I wasn’t about to go up stairs until she called out. “Jeff. I’m upstairs you can come up.” Still breathing hard and in the back of my mind thi...king I needed a self propelled lawn mower I mounted the stairs and came to her door. Was I naïve? No. I reasoned she’d be still in her bikini though and even as I moaned my thoughts occasionally drifted to her form. I was after all a fifteen year old adolescent male with raging hormones. I reached the doorway to her bedroom. She was backing me, bent over. Mo's relationship with her had become much more than a pleasant dalliance to him. It was intruding into his whole world, becoming, he conceded, the most important thing in his life. He must do something about it for all their sakes he felt. This is going to end in tears and those tears would be his.Mo' had fallen in love. He knew it, but he doubted she did. They hadn't talked about their feelings at all. Except in the passion of the moment he had not offered endearments to her or told her how. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki's coming home. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I'm horny, so horny, I'm not rational anymore. (You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was extreme.)I get up and go to the garage door and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, tangle my fingers in her hair, and drag her down to my dick. She may have said. "Camille shook her head. "No. I'm not sure how they work, but I saw them a few other times since that first time on the road. It was always somewhere where I was walking. After the first couple of times, they actually seemed to call to me, and I felt a part of me drawn to them, but then I would remember how horrible they were. I made sure to always avoid them no matter what. I never saw anybody else pick them up. One day, they stopped appearing to me. I would guess that's when you found them,.