That was over a month ago, and the need had been building in me ever since. Now I strode down the block like a moth drawn to a flame, ignoring several...young Hispanics loitering against the closed business as they whistled and made crude offers in Spanish.The wicked, debasing immorality that awaited me in Gloryville dwarfed any primitive sexual encounters these young men might have to offer. Bad as they might be, I wanted worse. I was seeking out sick, sex addicted men with nothing good in their. The whole time Brett hardly looked at me, or acknowledged my existence, which made me want him even more. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, although I did see Brett check out Molly more than a few times. Which made me a little jealous. Well when it got late and people decided to go to sleep, I went as well, my room is on the 2nd floor, my parent room is across the hallway, and Molly’s is next to mine, so no way Brett and I would be fucking in my room. Brett and his parents would be. Mum wouldn't leave Kayleigh alone so that left meand Debbie to chat. Mostly about her ball gown. We decided that since shewas a huge fan of Game of Thrones, that I could add some sleeves thatflared out from the elbow, that would brush the floor when her arms weredown, to give it that medieval look. She loved the idea.The night came to a close and we all left. Kayleigh was happy that she'dbeen accepted by Mum, even though she'd technically been accepted by heryears ago. We parted with Kayleigh. They had been living across the street for a year before Mrs. Michaels became pregnant. When the children were very young I was asked to babysit them when Mrs Michaels and her husband would have a date night. By the time I was 15 I had a huge lustful crush on Mrs. Michaels. I knew that it was just a fantasy, but I would jack off at night, dreaming of her plump red lips wrapped around my cock. I imagined what it would feel like to push her tits together and titty fuck those large boobs. I would.