” “I am, I am. I’m coming home to my Angel. It’s just two more days.” “It feels forever away. I want you home now.” “Come on now, don�...�t pout. I can even see your lower lip puckered out and pouting even through the phone.” “You think you know me so well, Marc!” “Ha, I do my Angel. I got you a surprise for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll love It.” “Oh! Who’s the one teasing now! You know I don’t like surprises. You’re so mean!!!” “Yes, you said that. You love me though, so I must be doing something. I guess that’s where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom’s best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom’s visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world. It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sl**p. My s****r, Sara, was 18 and. Mike's told me so much about you that for a while I wondered if I should be jealous." No, no reason to be jealous." Although if that pretty dick of his keeps dancing to attention," Kelly cackled, "there may be real soon. Only question will be who you'll need to be jealous of."Rochelle smiled, and was pleased to realize it was an open, honest smile. "No need to worry really, especially after last night," she said as she grinned at Kathleen Marsh. "I'm feeling delightfully secure at the moment.". Cigarettes, sweat, cum, piss, disinfectant, lube, all were present and accounted for. Guys were milling around, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce or for a booth door to open so they could slip in for however long it took to suck off the guy waiting inside.The arcade area consisted of two hallways, each hallway was lined with ten booths on each side, each booth had a little light above the door that indicated whether or not the booth was occupied. We wandered the hallways until we.