Before their conversation could continue, Blaine heard the soft footstepsof someone creeping down the stairs. Getting up and heading toward thefront d...or, he caught Ryan in the act of exiting the house. However, itwas Ryan himself that surprised Blaine the most: Ryan was once again aboy. Before he could say anything, Ryan had dashed out through the frontdoor. "What is going on?" Blaine pondered out loud."I can answer that," Ryan's father announced. "You remember that Ryan'sbirthday is coming. It was soon apparent she was close. Moving my fingers across her button as I licked her nipples she moaned louder and then.I could feel her juice trickling over my fingers as she buried her face in my shoulder to stifle her groaning, as she came. She grabbed me and snogged me furiously as I withdrew my fingers, unbuttoning my jeans I pulled them and my boxers down, with my solid wood in my hand I turned her around and whispered in her ear “Put your hands on the wall”.As she did I gathered up. That was really too much.That locket was a dangerous thing!Later, tears streaming down her face, Sierra apologized for her judgmentalness...Could it have gotten stranger? Apparently, yes. The next day, as Sierra and Celeste were each licking the toes of Orvard's grimy feet, there was a pounding on his apartment door."It's open" Orvard said casually, and Troy, Celeste's ex-boyfriend burst in. "You little asshole, I want to know what you're doing dating my--"Troy stopped in wonder as he noticed?. She gave me the impression she's very proud of you." I know ... I'm lucky I guess. She is a good kid and I don't have to worry about her too much. No more than any mother does I guess. They grow up so fast these days that I almost wish I could slow it down." I've been thinking the very same thing about my sons. Our oldest, Neal, is going into his third year of college and Phil will be starting his first. It won't be very long before both will be out on their own and leading completely.