Softly teasing the head of my cock. Can you just imagine me like this? Mmmm so hot. Just thinking about what you might be doing on the other end of th...s conversation has my cock getting harder." You tell me you want to get more comfortable as we chat. We exchange numbers and take things to the phone. I log off my computer as you have done. We are both now laying down relaxing. I'm listening to the sound of your voice, very sexy, turning me on even more. I tell you the sound of your voice is. "Yeah," I yelled "I tripped on something." Well, If you would clean up your room occasionally that wouldn't happen."TreFual looked at me with a big "shit eating" grin spread across his tiny face."Fuck you." I said, flipping him the bird.Trefual jumped up on my desk and sat down. He folded his arms and began to examine my room."I want you to clean this room. While you're doing that, I need to check a few things so that we can get started."I picked up some cd's from the floor and ran some dishes. “Good morning, beautiful ladies. Are you as anxious as I am about seeing this airplane?”“Probably more so,” Jillian told me. “We set the clock to get up early so we could shower and dress warm.”“Where did you get those sweatshirts with hoods made on them?”“Yung’s – Where else?” Josalyn said.“I need to stop by and get Rondo and me a half-dozen of those apiece. Do they have different colors?”Jillian said, “Just about any color from black to white, and all in between. Once you wear one, you’ll. Clean and dressed I grabbed my bike and rode back down the street to Ms. Worthington's house. I parked my bike under the carport and rang the bell, curious as to what she had in mind for me to do. "Come on in Tom", I heard her call from inside so I let myself in. It had been a couple of years since I'd been in her home, not since her husband had died. Mr. Worthington had been a friend and we'd spent many afternoons sitting in his living room while he told me stories about flying fighter planes.