Maybe I tried not to think about it a minute ago, but now I am acutely aware of full mature breasts squeezed tightly against me, and a receptive femal... pelvis pressed against me, not to mention my own penis hard enough to put a new hole in her belly. I am aware of everything.Her hands start migrating away from my back, around to my chest and working their way down to that erection of mine, gently stroking it through my pants. Now her hands are on the waist button, then tugging down the zipper. "Hey man, it's Alec. My parents are out for a couple days, and I am really boerd over here. You should come and sleepover'', he said.This wasn't unusual, him asking me to sleep over, we had slept over at each others house alot.''Sure, let me tell my parents, and I will be right over'', I said quickly.He didn't live far, so I hopped on my bike and rode over. I got there, and put my bike near the garage, and walked to the door. Alec must have seen me ride over, because he had already opened the. (Ireeellly HATE to shave.) Running out the door to my Mustang, I racedoff to work arriving with 3 minutes to spare.All day at work, my buzz continued. I felt like I was walking on air.Everything just felt so... RIGHT. My boss approached me at the end ofthe day. Nothing unusual in that, as 2 or 3 times a week somethingalways comes up that needs me to stay late or come in early to takecare of.But as Dave entered into my work area, he said, "Don't worry, nothingneeds taken care of tonight. I just. Both of my parents were looking at age thirty with no mate and no kids. They married in a hurry and didn’t know anything about each other. They came to despise each other. My father was always terrified he’d loose his job and we’d be out on the streets. My mother hated everything except beer, cigarettes and the kids. Every weekend my mother would start drinking beer and taunting my father. They’d yell and scream at each other, throw things and always ended up beating each other up. But the.