He didn’t. He had been an ass back then. He had neglected something beautiful and let it get away from him. Not just Caden but his family. They had ...ll broken apart. Alcohol seemed to have nurturing affect on him in those times. That and sneaking into Caden’s room at three in the morning. Those had been the days when he woke up in the morning and wanted to kick himself. ‘I really do care about you, Jon. I’m serious. I’m here for you,’ she would always say. In a drunken stupor those words meant. Reid grins his approval at seeing I've gone commando today. He tears himself away from my tits long enough to stand and strip off until the impatiently wagging hard-on rebounds against his stomach. It's almost as thick as two of Lissa Brewer's twirling batons placed side by side.He wrenches my pants as far as my knees but stops. I kick as if to say, 'Hey, finish the job,' but my legs are ineffective as a mermaid's tail at budging the tightly bundled mass."I think I like you this way," he. " I want you to suck my dick again," he said."I'd love to, Henry," I replied. I slid my hands up his thighs to caress the growing bulge in the front of his shorts. He moaned lightly. "Why don't you slip these off?"He stood up and started to slide his shorts off along with the panties he still wore. "Wait," I said, putting my hands on his, "leave the panties on. I like them."He smiled and stripped off his shorts. He was about to pull the panties aside and free his now-hard cock, but I shoved him. There he related the highlights of party at Carl's house and a censored version of the boat trip with Tina. Jack was visibly excited when Matt told him about Victor's offer of help whenever he needed it."Do you know how powerful ― or should I say dangerous ― that offer is?" responded Jack. "You could have someone killed if you wanted. Victor is reputed to be the head of the crime syndicate here in Miami. He is one person you don't want have angry at you. This is unbelievable. What are you going.