Well I was just leaving… My mom walks over to me and kisses my cheek. Bye Jenifer… Nice meeting you Jessica.. She walks out the door. One down, on... more to go. We walk upstairs, and I lead Jessica into my room. You can set the bag down on the bed I say as I walk back out of the room and to my parents room. I open the door slowly and peak inside. Daddy.. I whisper softly. But I get no answer. I take a step into the room and notice that hes asleep. Perfect. I close the door slowly and walk back. "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me clean that up." Michael got down on her knees, and started to wipe up the beer. Mike noticed that a slight bulge was growing, and he looked up at the football player. He smiled, and said, "You can suck that like a good cheerleader, if you want!" The jocks friends laughed at the remark, but stopped, when Michael unzipped the pants of the now blushing football player. Mike fished out the large and impressive cock of the jock, and put his lips around it. He started to bob up. .. I didn't think more of Robert's untypical behavior than a husband who was borderline drunk and having fun in a safe situation. There was no way I was going to even try to take advantage of that. That's not in me.Arriving at their house, Wilma and I each took one of Robert's arms and made our way into the house. Robert had an arm over our shoulders and we were holding him up, more to prevent him from stumbling than falling down.It was then I noticed that while Robert had his arm draped around. " It took everything he had to dash away his shyness to speak those words. He stood up to face him, an action not out of resentment, but by curiosity. His words halted before he slowly turned his heel to him. Their eyes met and then a sudden jolt of pleasure pricked Wes, sending a shiver of goosebumps across his skin."Of course it is," he commented. Deep green eyes, bold as his stature, locked on to the quivering redhead. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, making his heart.