He invited me over one weekend. My parents immediately said no because we had church. I explained that he lived on their way to church so I could go h...me with him Friday after school and they could pick me up Sunday morning on their way to church. After days of begging, they finally agreed.When we got to his house, no one was home. He said his older brother was at football practice and his parents were at work. We went into his room and he was showing me his stuff. After awhile, he asked if I. Now I was in full panic mode and at a loss for words. She must have crawled under the sheets in the dark this morning and sucked me. Before I could utter any words, she asked me if I liked what she did for me.Being stupefied and not knowing what to say, I got up and headed to the rec room to watch TV. My daughter thankfully didn’t follow, and she cleaned up the kitchen. As I channel surfed, my daughter came in and jumped into my lap and hugged me. She asked me if she did something wrong and if. I looked around to see if I could see him but with no luck. Even Sly’s back was turned, but kept on sneaking glances back at me from time to time. Moreover, it really made me wonder who the hell was Sylar? That Night I decided to cook the meal tonight, after all, he did save me. Not my parents. Porterhouse steaks with homemade French fries, mac ‘n’ cheese, and corn on the cob, were what I was making. And I knew Sly would love it. It was my specialty. Busy cooking, I did not hear the knock on. She slid down on the bed until she was in a lying position, her legs spread wide open and her fingers diddling between them. On the computer screen, was a video of a man doing a woman from behind. The woman had long, blonde hair just like my wife, but was shorter and not quite as fit as my wife. I was relieved that it was not a video of my wife. My focus turned to my wife who was masturbating, her fingers pumping in and out of her wet hole. The other hand moved back and forth between squeezing.