She met him at the door with the usual pleadings for sex, how hot she was for him and how much she wanted him inside her. Every few days he would alte... her lines somewhat to keep them from sounding too routine. He would also remind her of what lay in store if she didn't sound convincing.They ate, Eric commenting on her appearance as he almost always did. He would often compliment her on how beautiful she was, then remind her that she was a whore and that, after all, whores were supposed to be. Don Bailey and Andy Groff came a few minutes later. The last guest, George Reynolds, joined us just before kick-off.It was fun to hang out with my old teammates. It felt a little weird for me too. I was used to being one of the 'old guys'. I felt like I was back in ninth grade again, hanging with Mike, Andy, Stan, and friends.The game was fun to watch. McNabb and the Eagles scored on the Redskins on their first drive. They were stopped on the second drive. Sam Hayes took over for McNabb after. Whenever I would see her come from her room to walk down the stairs to sunbathe it killed me a little inside each time but it was always the best part of my day to see those sexy tits bounce their way down and take that turn to go outside.She knew I could see her, even if it was always a brief trip but my erection each time would cause me to do the same thing every time and that was to go to her room and look out her window to see her tan in the backyard. What hot –blooded male would resist. No fucking. So get that out of your dirty mind. No fucking! Get it!”“If you say so.”“Okay! Come over here and I promise no funny business. Just a few hits of this dynamite weed and you can go to bed and I’ll leave you horny and all alone. No more games, okay.”“Okay. Light up and no playing games.”“Here, take a hit. Be careful. This is good stuff!”“I can handle it. You know me.”“Yeah, I know you. I know you better than you think I do.”“Yeah, what do you know, Mr. Smarty pants? Give me that.