My eyes lazily drift down his body taking in his cream shirt that fitted him snugly but without being plastered to his body, showing the toned outline...of his chest down to his ribs, his abs and then his hips. Chris’s legs were currently slightly more hidden due to some baggy dark jeans but I’d got a chance to see what laid beneath the crotch of his jeans only hours ago. Chris was looking at me as I stared at his body. His gaze would shift between Lauren's head between my spread thighs, up to. When the got to West Covina, Sandy brought him in to meet her mom and step father. They sat around in the living room, getting acquainted with each other. Jill and Tom asked him the usual parent/date questions, but, since he'd just spent the past day and a half with their daughter, they didn't get into what they expected from him as far as decent behavior. After a few minutes, Sandy took him out to the backyard and showed him the pool. They did a little making out back there before she walked. From the age of sixteen when he broke out of a shell of loneliness, he had made many friends who loved him, many of those attending his funeral loved him as much or more than any one else in their life. Though a serious man, his liveliness and passion and surprising sense of humor made his untimely death that much more difficult to bear. The fact that the source of his death was the source of his presence among his people, his peculiar and unique brain which had an ability to do things no one. With Dexter still on the bike in his riding position, Jack asked, “Is that comfortable?”“I guess,” Dexter answered.“Well, let’s let you try it, out in the parking lot,” Jack said. After a pause, he added, “I figure you don’t have a helmet.”“My kids were telling me that I had to have a helmet and pads, but I don’t think I need them,” Dexter said with a frown.“You don’t need pads, but you do need a helmet. It’s the law,” Jack said.“It’s a stupid fucking law,” Dexter muttered.This was another case.