Do you always get this wet?” “Not always.” She lightened her strokes and began to stroke him with one hand while the other held the tip of hi... cock still. “Soon as I started to tell you about doing this I was almost dripping though. Probably if you hadn’t asked to do it, I would’ve. I’ve been quite curious to see your cock too. You’re quite cute you know Kyle.” “Cute enough to fuck?” “Definitely.” They both knew it was time to be silent and watch each other’s face. Kyle felt. " I jumped down from my bed, threw on a pair of boxers, and unlocked the door.Rob practically slammed the door open, took two steps forward, and smacked me on the forehead, right where I had bumped myself last night."Ow! Fuck, that hurt." Yeah, well what you did last night to April was about as smart. Christ, what were you thinking?" Fuck you. If all you came here to do was to abuse me, you can get the hell out. I don't need it from you," I said, rubbing my forehead with one hand and pointing. I couldn't see Jon's eyes, but I was sure his got as wide as mine. I didn't even know how to react. He reached over and, again, began to stroke her thigh. Neither of us could get a word out at this unbelievable shit that was coming out of Zoey's mouth."That sounds like implicit agreement," Zoey giggled, looking down at Jon's hand caressing her.She smiled at him with a glint of evil in her eye. Calm but defiant, Zoey made a show of removing his hand from her lap."And, my dear Jonny Magnum," Zoey. Besides I didn’t have a girlfriend to sneak out and see over the summer anyway. Then one night about six weeks after dad had moved out there came this really big thunderstorm. It had been building up all day and promised to be a real show. Now I love a good storm. Mom on the other hand is terrified by all that noise. It was my turn to cook that night, and knowing that mom wouldn’t take them on her own, I slipped a couple of sleeping pills into her drink. Then before going to bed mom told me she.