4This story is called theatrical because of how I first met my friend, if you haven’t already done so I would suggest reading that series first.I wo...e the following morning still tingling from the previous night’s activities, I reached out sideways across the bed and found nothing, I looked around and there was no sign of my friend, then I heard the sound of the shower and breathed a sigh of relief, I had lost contact once before after he turned my world upside down, I had no intention of. And of course exploring each other, they had plenty to keep them occupied.The Fergusons left for Scotland Saturday morning. Abigail and Mike spent the day at a local country fair; the AJS was an entry in the classic motor-cycle section of the classic car rally. Since it was in regular use, rather than being a 'concours' entry Mike didn't expect anything except a free pass for the day ... and he wasn't surprised. He did have quite a lot of favourable comment, however. The judges actually. .. One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a savage rhythm now, grinding up against her landlord's hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both hot hungry holes down there between her quivering legs."Yes, yes, Goddamn it yes! Fuck me, oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, darling!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Roger's pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.The wanton young girl opened her eyes.... Sounds perfect. Just give me your address.” Way to play it cool, dummy! Friday is so far away.It was hot all day Friday, so I had the top down on my sports car as I raced home to Brooklyn from school to prepare for my ‘casual’ date with my engaged beauty. She dominated my thoughts and my hopes for a deep kiss or more so I can’t remember that drive. That was unusual since I’m an extremely focused and aware driver, especially when I wore my sports car. After dressing in a simple, yet mature way,.