Continuing from the end of My First Sleepover. We lay together on the bathroom floor, our lips glued together with the sticky residue left behind from...that mornings activities. Neither one of us moved nor wanted time to go on, so we just stayed in that position for what could of been hours, hugging eachother in a sort of comforting yet sexual embrace. Dereks dick was still twitching and seeping cum when I realised that it was most definitely time to get home. My Mom had been expecting me back. Maybe he reduced me to this out-of-shape body from my former glory as a welterweight prize fighter and sought-after porn star. How would I know?"I wouldn't, but hearing my own voice cheered me a bit, if for no other reason than it worked too and sounded just like I remembered it.I found a door behind me, and had an instant of panic when it wouldn't open and I pictured myself forced to scale down the building's side. But then I pulled instead of pushed, and the door opened.Moments later I was. I turned my back to him and leaned forward really trying to show my white pantyhose ass. His head quickly came up over the fence again. I started moaning real loud and slapped my own ass really hard. So every time I hit it, I let out a girly scream. I saw him in the corner of my eyes that he was shaking like he was jerking himself off!My thoughts went through my mind ‘I'm over at my best friend’s house, alone in his mom's sexy clothes, especially her pantyhose, playing with myself all. Had not been. Several beer cans and even a pizza box in or near gutters told Kent that the old neighborhood had deteriorated a bit. As has the city, unfortunately.Certainly, the main street has deteriorated, more than "a bit". Three "five-and-tens", long gone; a men's shop, locally owned, also long gone—as are its founders, whose resting places are in the cemetery Kent knew he would visit, for each of his grandparents are buried there. The movie theatre, and he remembered its name, the.