It was early so the only one of his buddieswho was there was Jerome Dion. Layne was hoping that if anyone was theonly one there, it would be Jerome....This was not for they were bestfriends, it was for Jerome was the bard of the group. Jerome kept theoral history of him and his friends to pass down to the next generation.Jerome saw Layne come into the bar and raised his glass to his brotherwho has returned. Those two were not blood, the Clan Dion was notconfined by DNA. Those whose were close. What do they call them now? Speedos? Whatever, that’s what we wore. We did, and they had a frenzy. Tying us up, and taking pictures of us, dumb young kids. She held that over my head for years. Just last year, I found the last of the pictures, and burned them. Then she said, she’d fix the walls, because they were old. I was hoping to not have to see Kelly see me at all during my stay there. I wasn’t sure how I was to react to her being around, since it was shortly that short after that incident. She slid in between the covers and up close behind me so I could feel her erect nipples poking me in the back. Then she reached over me with her left hand and took hold of my cock.“Here, let me help you with that’” she said, pushing my hand out the way as she began to pump my throbbing organ.“Do you want me to ride you to relieve you of this boner,” she asked.I didn’t answer, I just rolled onto my back and she immediately mounted me, straddling my hips. As she did so, she placed her hands on my. "Took you long enough!" she taunted. I glanced at her. Her sports bra wasn't having an easy time of it. Her tits were bouncing all over the place. "I was having too much fun watching your butt!" I said. It was true enough, but that wasn't normally the kind of thing I blurted out."You perv! Let me give you another look!" She took off again, quickly outpacing me. I followed a few steps behind, watching her round, toned rump flex and jiggle in her stretchy gray shorts. I'd never run so fast for so.