So for the most of the time we just stay up there. Out parents nicknamed it “The Den” We usually sit on the couch and watch chick flicks. Yeah I w...tch chick flicks, so what they’re funny. On the ride to school Julia cranked up the heat, obviously cold in her cheerleading outfit. I was dying from the heat in my warm-ups, which were sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie. I didn’t mind though, sweating meant more weight off so I could make my weight class. “You nervous” Julia asked me. This was the. His voice seemed hollow to him, and tinny, and he wondered if it would be capable of the truths it would soon carry. The man seemed to sink further into the chair as Brian approached, and the stain of blood was spreading lower, almost to the straining waistband of his pants. But, even through the pain, a contemptuous fire burned in his glaring eyes. ‘What happened, that was a long time ago,’ he labored to say, a film of red spittle coating his lips. The heat that burned within Brian had been. I wasn't able to focus on what was inside as I was occupied with looking for the driveway and hopefully, one that wound around the back. I wasn't disappointed. The wide driveway led me directly to the back of the 5,300sqft home and into an open and waiting third stall in the four-car garage. As I pulled in and turned off the engine, I again forced my heart rate to slow, then wiped my hands on the hand towel I kept in the passenger's seat. I took a breath, exited my car, and walked to the. I started admiring her beauty and assets.Whenever she used to wear nightie I would try to have a glimpse of her cleavage and succeeded many times, one time I saw her boobs completely till her nipple. I used to watch her ass swinging while she walks and started masturbating thinking of her. I forgot to tell u guys I’m an ass lover.Coming to the main part of the story, a month after the bike incident took place, there was a trip for my mom and dad with their friends for around two days. My mom.