This year was different only in that Jack was also a football nut and so Matt spent most of his weekend planted in front of Jack and Angela's big scre...n TV instead of ours. Not, of course, that I thought Angela had anything to do with his being over there.Winter arrived and with it the first indication that something funny was going on. It was at a holiday get together at Jack and Angela's and I was on my way from the dining room to the kitchen when I saw Matt with his hand on Angela's ass and. Cathy would use her hands and mouth, even the cleavage between her full breasts, to stimulate my cock until I was ready to beg for mercy. The only thing which kept me from going insane was the certainty that I would eventually be released and that my orgasm would probably be as mind-blowing as it had been the day before.At one point, Helen left Cathy and me in the torture-chamber while she went 'to get some work done', as she told us. I continued in my customary position and Cathy was dangling. I love you Michael.’ I was in shock. She was saving herself just for me. And to think I bragged about having sex with several girls. I felt like an asshole. But I had to ignore that. The only person I actually ever said I love to aside from my own parents is right before me, rubbing my cock through my boxers, in only her swimming bra and thong, telling me she wants me. But I wouldn’t take advantage of her. ‘Erin.. Are you sure you want this?’ I asked, trying to keep comfortable. ‘Yes. I have. Only you.I'm getting restless, so I stretch out on our couch and try to find something on TV to occupy my mind. How long have you been away now? Twenty-four, maybe thirty-six hours? Is that all?Nothing new on Netflix, not in the mood to binge a Hulu series, I don't have the attention span for an HBO movie right now. I absentmindedly slip my shorts and t-shirt off over my petite, curvy frame. Is it hot in here? I thought I turned the thermostat down a few degrees... My shorts pool on the floor.