Still wearing only my robe, I crept quietly down the stairs and stole to my dad's bedroom door, hoping for an early morning encounter to start my day ...ff right.His door was only partially closed and I slowly and quietly pushed it open wide enough to put my head in and see him in the dim light. He always slept nude and his sheet was tented over his cock, telling me his morning woody was there ready for me to take advantage of. I took one-step into the room when the sheet seemed to move on its. His initial shock gave way to amusement; he appeared to have little choice, as his things couldn't be recovered until tomorrow. What he hoped his aunt didn't know was he occasionally 'borrowed' his sister's things but was sure he had never been discovered. What an opportunity, justified dressing-up!As he quickly dressed he realised that the dress did not hang correctly, as there wasn't anything padding out the chest department. Then he had the idea, let's do this properly. Stripping off to only. He turned off the main avenue, and walked down a street that, while not nearly as broad as the central avenues, was still spacious enough that a pair of wagons could once have passed unhindered. The buildings down this street were only slightly less ruined than the others. He moved a bit slower now as he stepped through a ruined doorframe into one of the houses. Inside, the great winged stairwell was clogged with rubble, and the small fountain built into the curve between the two stairs no. You've come too far to do something stupid to ruin what you have, are we clear?" Coach said in a decisive, almost fatherly, tone.It was the same tone he had used to convince him to leave Chicago and straighten out his life and Boge recognized it."I'm with you Coach. I may not like it, but I know you know what's right. I won't push it." Boge said giving in to Coach Winslow."OK, we tell the team he's fine, he just needs the ice. Get some uniform pants on him and into the locker room. The team.