What's his problem?" He's a jock. They all have that problem more or less. He just has it more than most of them," he replied. Luckily, asshole wasn't...in any of my classes, and I didn't see much of him. We never attended any of the school's football games either. Astrid picked us up that afternoon, as the private school had no bus service.When we got home, Astrid had a surprise for me. It was a red 2002 Mustang convertible. It had been my grandfather's last car and had been in storage since his. Except that they hadn't seen what I hadwritten in my letter to Santa. Where would they have gotten the idea?And would they have used Christmas for such a tasteless joke? I didn'tthink that was likely.I kept opening boxes. More womens' clothes. Short, short skirts.Pullover stretch tops. Several boxes of shoes, none of them of anespecially practical nature--all 3-inch heels or more. And in one box,something I couldn't readily identify. Mostly white lace, but it seemedrather heavy for. It was when I was jerking off my cock in the storage room in our home. Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room where we kept everything from camping gear, Christmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished to jerk off I would go to this room, strip my clothes off and lay on a mattress which was stretched out on the top of a bed frame and play with my cock. I tried to roll up into a ball and suck my cock. They had very evil looks in their eyes as Max made his announcement. ?What are youdoing here? Leave us alone!? Mary said as she saw the two intruders in herroom. Unfazed, the duo approached the girls, who backed up in fear. ?Well, well,well?. Prom night, huh?? Eddie said as he eyed the two sexy teen girls. If onlyyou gals had stayed out a little longer, we would have been gone?but thenagain, we would?ve missed out on THIS!? As he said ?this?Eddie grabbed Mary and threw her on the bed, Max.