The thought that she might take Sylvie's place in more ways than one had not yet fully formulated itself in her mind as she tip-toed down to the large...empty living room and without turning the lights on, sat waiting for the sound of Tim's car on the gravel outside.She was about to drift off to sleep... (it had been a long, hard day for her, too, and she felt emotionally exhausted by the tumultuous events in the Cassidy household) when at last she heard the sound of doors closing and then the. Hearing and feeling the warmness of her breaths and the crevices of her body...I was overcome with lust and anxiety. My heart was racing. I stood back up, but the pressure of my dick being pressed against her pelvic region was uncomfortable. With my left hand, I reached between us and adjusted it towards the outer region of her thigh.”Stay a bit longer”. I commanded her just as I was questioning myself. What on Earth am I doing?She didn't push away. Admittedly, I hoped she did. She grabbed my. "I held the beer for her to taste and took a swig myself, finishing it. I lit the hybrid joint, enjoyed a nice big hit off it, then leaned in and gave her a very long, very deep shotgun kiss. My head swirled, from the long hours of work, the beer, some good smoke, lack of air, and some really enjoyable sex. Not to mention, a very nice orgasm, a well earned, long overdue one at that.I straddled her again with my cock nestled in the valley of two radiant butt cheeks. I sat, mesmerized, watching. He rounded the corner, not even knowing why he did. He was sober, unlike the first - a rough, tattooed, muscular Latin boy of 24. This one couldn't have been older than 17. He was a very slender emo twink. Like me, he was pale. But where golden hair draped my shoulders, he had short and spiky black hair, with flashy red and blue hair dye covering the tips. He looked like a piece of cotton candy from the forehead up.I couldn't believe my luck. Actually, I couldn't believe my enchanted neon sign.