Seems to be sleeping.”“If he wakes up you can give him some tea. We ought to wake him anyway before we go to sleep just to make sure he’s OK,”...said Frank, returning to the kitchen.Leslie looked again at the boy’s face, thinking of how he had looked when he got to her house yesterday afternoon. So delighted, so happy to be at her house and so full of energy and news. Now he might have broken bones, maybe even something fractured in his skull. She wished that she had not decided to drop Biology.. She paid more attention to things like that nowadays. He looked just as handsome as he always had, lying there with only his pajama bottoms on.She leaned over him and woke him with a warm, lip-rubbing kiss. He kissed her back, and then whispered “What are you doing?”Her hand went to his pajama bottoms. “I miss you. What do you think I’m doing?” she whispered back.“Mom heard me come in that night I was at Flossie’s,” he whispered in her ear. “She might hear us too.”“Then don’t make any noise. They were getting louder and louder, I couldn't stand it anymore. I crept out of bed and eased the door open. There on the living room floor I saw them. Mary was naked with her back to me sucking Joe's cock. He had his head thrown back and was really getting into it. I jerked off as I watched, wishing you were watching with me. I looked to the floor and saw Mary's silk thong panties on the floor. I picked them up and wrapped them around my cock. I used them as I watched the show in front of me.. Now I have totell the whole story. I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute blonde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had.