Who’s going to come home?” I flashed my naughtiest smile.“But what about the ball game?” she asked.“There is no ball game, I made that up. I...just wanted to come back here with you”You could see on her face the moment that she bought into the whole thing. She dropped her softball glove on the table, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom.Wendy’s StoryWe got to her room and it was exactly like I had seen it a hundred times before, a pink paradise with lace and frills and stuffed animals. He had no idea how much time had passed when Kayleen stopped at his table again, though the shorter candle in the middle of the table suggested it had been a while."I ... Can I talk to you?"It took a moment or two for her words to pierce the chaos of anger roiling in his mind, but he finally answered. "What is it?" Not here."Letting out a grunt, he stood, and noticed that the blonde's eyes were red, as if she'd been crying. "Okay, let's get out of here."She led him back to their room, and he. The landlady was doing some small renovation in our kitchen and she used to come quite often to our house. She was sweet and my grandmother’s age. After a few days because of the leniency, she started coming to my home when I was not there. I used to work from 9 to 6. One day I had a bad headache and took off from the work in the afternoon and was sleeping in the living room couch with just my boxers.For everything there is a reason, you know. I was in my deep sleep and suddenly I heard my land. I told him to touch it and he slowly stretched his hand out and took hold of my muscle and the feeling was so nice. His hand was warm and soft.My cock went from semi to total hardness.I can see that he was loving the experience as well. After about 5 minutes I told Bobby that I want to see his body now and he was so willing as if he knew what he wanted all along.As he removed his white shirt and brown short pants his beautiful tender body was exposed and I was now dripping with pre cum. Then he.