Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric lived next door to Michelle’s mother since they were children. Growing up, Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric were part of the fa...ily. She had even been talked into giving them power of attorney to manage her affairs and dividends while she was out of the country. If she could trust anyone, it was Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric. The only other person of significance was her High School sweet-heart, Eric, but Michelle had dumped his creepy ass three months ago. After two. No more mention or offer of blow-jobs was given and I fell to the wayside, not included in Helen’s conversation. Left out of things, my mature pity slowly ebbed away as I stole more admiring glances at Helen’s assets and coveted her potential availability, and I began to kick myself for not taking advantage of her when I’d had the chance. That would have been something. Now I pitied myself, instead.The kids on the estate had a definite pecking order and the kids we’d found behind the community. ” I pushed my hips closer to his stroking fingers. “This is just… awful.” The rumble of his deep laughter against my skin made me smile. My hand smoothed along the length of him and slipped beneath, our positions making my attempts a little awkward. I wanted to drag his fly down and touch that silky skin of his, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t give me full access there until he got a certain reaction from me. My eyes continued adjusting to the darkness, and what had originally seemed to be. If you like it, good for you, if not, I’m sorry, tell me what appeals more to your personal tastes in the comments. Thank you, and enjoy reading. I used to play on a tennis team, back when I was in highschool. I was kind of a scrawny kid, at 5’ 8”, and I was pretty weak too, my slender frame draped by soft brown hair and blue eyes. On top of that, I was pretty openly gay making me a target of ridicule by the majority of the team. However I had two friends, Manny and Luis. They were both.