He had on black boxer-like shorts that reached almost to his knees. His small, muscular ass could clearly be seen through the thin material, and Derri...k couldn't help but stare. His dad looked amazing... And yummy. His dick would sort of lean to the left, the head penetrating the soft cloth a little. He popped open a can of cola and sat on the couch, rather close to Derrick. He swooped his arm over his shoulders and squeezed him playfully."So, what movie you got for us tonight?" He said with a. Now that we were back in The Construct, I looked at Suzanne. James had driven us to the offices. I'd worn nice slacks and a red silk blouse. Suzanne had worn a black skirt with a turquoise top. But here she was in a tee-shirt, no bra, and a short miniskirt that barely covered her."You can choose what to wear when you're in The Construct," she said. "It's one of the default settings you can adjust." And the rest?" She had slightly bigger boobs than back home, her waist was narrower, her hair was. I was in her bedroom, actually. And because she came in the back door, which leads right to the stairway which in turn leads right into her room, there was no way for me to sneak out--especially since I was naked, spread out on her bed, masturbating into a pair of her dirty red, silk panties.Megan wasn't alone. I heard a deep male voice under the chorus of her giggling. She sounded a little buzzed, he a little less, but neither seemed at all drunk, and they made their way down the stairs with. She realized she had cut off any possible reconciliation she could ever have with me. She knew that my response to any form of retaliation would be devastating.My phone rang. In a very intimidating manner, Sandra said, “I understand and won’t ever try to mess with you again. Ha, ha, ha, you’re an even bigger sucker than I would have thought if you believe that. Now think about this, Asshole. Think how you’ll never bust my cherry. Think of how you can’t possibly hide from me for the rest of your.