" What should we do then?" Wayne asked."Let's have a slumber party," Shane suggested."A slumber party?" I asked."Yeah," Mike said, "We're already dres...ed as girls. It might be fun." I don't know," I said."Come on, Seth," Wayne said, "Let's try it." Fine," I reluctantly agreed."What do we do first?" Mike asked."Well," Shane responded, "First we need girl names. I'll be Shanelle." I guess I'm Wendy," Wayne replied."I'm Michelle," Mike said."And I guess I'm Steph," I said still unsure about the. Tell you what, just because I’m so sweet, I’ll give you a pity point because of Julie.”“Pity point? Whatever. I don’t need it. I’m going to beat you fair and square!”And with that, a fish grabbed onto my line. Excitement surged through me as I reeled it up, but I kept that feeling from touching my face.“Four-nothing,” I said, as evenly as I could.“Six-six!” I whooped. “Still want to count mine double?”Heather scrunched her face up, but said nothing. She couldn’t quite hide the smile, though. I. I had seen older women naked when peeping in public loos and dressing rooms, but it was surely the first time I was so close to a naked elderly lady. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered that when her husband was still alive he spent a lot of time daily fucking her twat or her asshole. She said nobody’d ever fucked her since her husband died, so she was missing a hot hard dick. She confessed she was dreaming of having sex with me, an 18-year-old young stud. So when she saw me. She and I sat on the bed and Dad was in a chair across from us. It seemed like a hundred questions were asked and answered. I told them about my travels, the places I had worked and the people I had met. Then the big question was asked. ‘When are you coming home son?’ I think Dad beat Mom with the question by about one second. ‘Don’t know, not for awhile yet,’ I answered. I went on to explain that I needed to get my head around William and Shelley. Somewhere as I was riding, I realized that I.