When I wanted to party, he was my go-to guy. He was too big for anyone to voice disapproval of and too nice to dislike. Above all, he was boisterous. ...ockey was a good sport for him, all the fans were loud. After a few beers, I was loud with him. The tables next to us became loud as well. They all became Carl tables. I met Edith and Ralph Wilkerson, Frank and Bob and two rather butch looking older women named Mary and Thelma. We became a small party zone and our cheerleader, Carl, kept us. As soon as I answered it I recognised Steve's voice. "Hello Fuckboy" he said as I nervously looked around to make sure no one could overhear the conversation. He continued, "This Friday, 7:30pm at my house" he said, "by 7:45, if you are not here, your wife will have a very interesting video to watch and your boss will have some interesting images in his inbox. Understand?" he snapped. Nervously I answered. "Yes… yes, I understand" and with that, he hung up. My cock was already hard in. And in a sense, it is, but not the way you mean.”“So you might never be with her?” Cindi asked.“Who knows? I’m enjoying the philosophical talks and exploring the different spirituality. If that’s all it ever is, that’s fine with me. On the other hand, she is pretty hot looking!” I smirked.Stephie smacked me on the arm, “What am I? Chopped liver?”“Oh no, not at all! We concluded that you were a juicy, tasty Georgia Peach!” I chuckled.“Jerk!” she giggled. “What’s she got that I ain’t got?”“A. I had not noticed I'd been looking into her eyes until she smiled nervously and raised her hands to cover up her breast. Attempting to scoot away. I let her. Stopping her at this point would probably end me in prison. The fifteen year old girl had all the power, at this point. And intelligent as she was, she'd probably just now realized it."I'm sorry.. Saira, I didn't mean t--" Shut up, Dad," she cut me off immediately and swung her fist into my face. The girl packed a good right hook, which.