That was sweet of you to say, thank you. I guess my idiot boyfriend couldn't think of saying anything like that. He wouldn't compliment me to save his...life. To add insult to injury, I barely even have a life outside of him. I only had two friends from work to call and my parents live three-hundred miles away. The rest of the people I come across are his friends. I guess moving out here was a mistake, considering the rest of my friends aren't here." Well, you have your neighbor," I brought up,. ” “I know. Can I count on you?” He studied her, his cute little tomboy cousin, always tagging after him like he was her big brother, bugging him to teach her to throw a football. She had even followed him to school. Lounging on his bed, giving him a peek up her skirt, asking him to help her get gang-banged. “I’m worried about you, little Cuz. You weren’t sex crazy growing up.” “We messed around a little, didn’t we? Remember? I gave you a hand job that night at my birthday party?” “I remember,”. That looked interesting, but I wanted to give the whole place a walk-through before I returned. So I made a circuit before returning to this first booth.The young guy was small and thin. That probably accentuated his youth, but I guessed him to be in his early 20s or so. He looked really shy, and I could tell that he wasn’t pulling on a whole lot of cock. He could tell that I was standing outside his open door looking in, and he made no attempt to push the door shut, so I took that as a “yes”.. . and we were wearing typical teenager clothes ... red balls, sox, jeans and a shirt ... kids. Kids riding French touring bicycles ... expensive French bicycles ... expensive French Bicycles with Campagnolo gearsets, shifters, brakes and and wheels. Kids with parents with money.So ... when we came wheeling our bikes across the street to look at his wares he decided we were seriously looking.When I said, "Our boat is too damn big," he looked a little shocked.When Grace said, "We want something.