Even cloaked by her tights, the pressure was delicious. "I am."“So, play along.” She teased me, digging a nail into denim until it felt like a gen...le scrape up and down my shaft.White dots blurred my vision. There were two layers of clothing between her fingers and my cock, but it felt as thin as air between us. It was almost too much to bear. I was like a teenager, ready to spurt in my jeans. The rational side of my brain tried to scream at me to stop, but I couldn't hear anything over the. .. this is your new father... Ray, " Laura said, beaming at her husband and her son, her eyes bright with pride in both of them.Billy's blood seemed to be frozen. He couldn't find any words. He had a strange feeling of resentment toward the man, and he couldn't fathom his feelings. He kept his eyes on his plate as the small, elderly woman who served as cook and housekeeper served him toast and eggs and jelly. All the household help lived out and only came in when needed, as Ray insisted that. .. you get the picture.Rob waived to me as I climbed out of my car. He was standing behind a long table with only four items sitting on top. A cooler full of cold pop that he was trying to sell for fifty cents each, his old stereo unit complete with CD player, His old free weight set and an autographed baseball by Pete Rose. I curiously pointed at the weights and he directed my attention to his garage where his gleaming new weight system was standing.He smiled and offered me a pop, "It's the. Murphy's Law kicks in. At the end of my shift I drag my ass to my bike and head home. Two days of rest will be appreciated. A hot shower helps take the tension of the day away. A TV dinner is on the menu and some television before I turn in. But that was not to be. In the middle of the program the first missile hits the adjoining wall, follow by several others. The voices of both can be heard, but they are not discernable. A door slams and then some is knocking at my door.Slipping on my robe.