I moved forward, to try to get a glimpse of the pair, but lost my footing and fell. They both turned round at the noise, and saw me at the top of the ...tairs. Amanda had a horrified look on her face, but Ray was cool."Get down her boy!" he yelled. I hesitated."Don't make me tell you twice!" he bellowed. I walked down the stairs quickly, my erection still very evident."Look at this", he said to Amanda. "The freak has been getting off listening to us fuck!" Amada's attitude changed. As I rubbed his cock, it got hard again. I wanted to take his cock in my pussy again. After taking the shower together, we came out of the bathroom kissing each other passionately. We fell into my bed, and he was all over me. He was kissing on my boobs, my neck, my stomach and I was enjoying it all. “So am I big enough to get a car now?” He asked. Actually, he was just teasing me now. “I’m not sure yet,” I could have kept quite or just say hmmm… but after having a nice orgasm, I wanted him. " Didn't used to be, you mean. Look, I love Frank, and Lori my choreographer, and my family, and my agent, and all--but sometimes I think that I'm surrounded by a support team that thinks that creating great art and making a statement is more important than winning. You're a skater, you know how convoluted the whole art/sport argument can get." Yeah. Maybe even more for ice dancers. Romeo and Juliet was a chance, and a chance based on making an artistic statement--but our OD, while satisfying. I could hear tinny music from a boom box. As I approached they started yelling at me to come have a beer. I could see a keg under the shade, plus a table full of red plastic party cups.I looked at my watch. It was quarter to 8 in the morning. Who would be drinking beer this time of day?Turns out there was a marathon being run through the area, which would explain the arrows drawn in the road with flour. Runners would use them to navigate the course. (Can you believe some dipshit actually.