He reached over and rubbed my chest, then down to my stomach. I asked if I could have another beer,he said sure as long as you take those things off. ...tanding up I unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Pulling my shirt off Steve reached around and gave me a hug. I felt his dick pressing against me as I dropped my shirt and took a beer. Steve sat down and watched as I made a show of pulling my pants off and hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear. I pulled them down slowly. Between the. Despite it all and despite our distance, I still felt like Susie was mine. I often wondered if we would ever start seeing each other again exclusively and even asked her at one point, but she gave me something about needing to concentrate on school. It made sense to me, and I wasn’t arguing since we still hooked up. “Hello hello,” chirped Susie. Her head was in my doorway. I sat up. I hadn’t even heard the door open. “Hey,” I said. I brushed my hair out of my eyes. I climbed up and removed the first smoke detector and brought it down as I was climbing down I noticed the top two buttons on Dianne’s blouse were open and I was getting a nice view of her lace bra and some cleavage. I replaced the backup battery and climbed up to re-install the detector. We moved on to the guest bedroom and did the same thing there only now I notice she had another two buttons open and I had a great view and was having a difficult time hiding my hard on. The last room was her. As we get older our regrets take a higher and higher profile. Our “regrets” then outrank the “excuses” and the “If only” list. Regrets begin to creep up on us and take us by surprise. When we least expect it we stumble into a regret. When I stumble I often end up staring at 1984. So let’s start with the “excuses”. What were my excuses? Well I was incredibly young: sixteen to be exact. I was a very horny virgin. I was nervous. It happened so fast. It was what we would call back then a “quickie”..