Sometimes, he and his friends would also be hanging around at our house. One day, my parents said that if I wanted to have some people over for a part..., that they'd allow it. My mother just made me promise that we wouldn’t be too loud. She absolutely did not want any beer or any alcohol to be served. This really wasn't too big of a problem, since my friends and I were only seventeen and too young to be drinking anyway. I invited my three best friends and the skateboarder guys that hung around. M. Cursing the traffic one last time, I headed north and prayed for an easy drive. I turned on the radio and started to sing along, remembering how Curt had come into my life.His family moved to Bend when I was 11. His sister, Heather, was the new girl in my class when I started sixth grade. She had short, black hair, emerald green eyes and a smile that was infectious. She sat next to me and started talking; I don't think she ever shut up. She kept up a running monologue under her breath even. My cock would be so big and stiff it would ache - I remember once when they were all there sitting around and I was standing just in front of her and I could see right down into the bulge between her thighs and I came in my pants - right there while she was talking to me. She couldn't see it of course, I was wearing my long white apron but I had an idea even then that she knew. About three days after that she did something that really had me puzzled -- again! She went to the cupboard where. I was sprawled out on the couch looking over a proposal one of my law clerks had sent me that morning. Full of errors, of course. I swear…you really can’t rely on anyone but yourself. I was gearing up a nasty return email when out of the corner of my eye I spotted something.It was a truck. A moving truck. It was backing into the house across the street that had been vacant for some time. I decided to be that nosy neighbor and watch from my window the new owners move in. From the driver’s side.