I sat by the front lounge window. It was raining.....why does it always rain at Christmas I mused watching people bustling by carrying last minute g...odies and presents. It felt like the whole world was on its way to a party and I was the only one who hadn't been given an invite.....so what would I do these next few days ? the more I thought the more depressed I became, and now it was going dark on the worst Christmas eve ever. I'd just poured a very large Scotch with a view to getting. But then I remembered he'd said earlier that he and his daddy did stuff all the time.So it probably WAS normal for him.And the throbbing bone in my shorts was letting me know I wanted something to happen.I was halfway up their stairs when Chris's daddy called up,"Won't be long lads,I'll be up in a minute,don't start without me,well,not too much"And he chuckled to himself as he made his way to the kitchen.Entering Chris's bedroom I found he'd already got on the bed and had what I thought was the. .. values... After a few minutes, she had the entire long string of text entered into the tiny login user name field. She glanced back at the page. Says to put anything at all in the password field. Has to have something or the form validation will reject it.She banged her fingers on the keyboard and let it spew some random characters into the password field. She grasped the mouse with a trembling hand, took a deep breath, and clicked "Login."The page appeared to hang for a moment, and she. I had finished my dinner and was just settling into my work when my boss stuck his head into my office. "The board decided that they want your presentation next month, not Monday, so it looks like you are off the hook!". I smiled. This meant that I could go home, and perhaps catch the last few minutes of the game.On the drive home, I got to thinking about Becky. If a more perfect woman existed, I could not imagine it. She was 18, had a rock hard body, and a pair of gorgeous knockers that.