The black tights were just that, tight. Sitting side by side Annie took James's warm hand into hers as they munched. Laying her head on his shoulders ...he couldn't help but notice the erection in his pants. She wondered to herself why he would have one. Intrigued by the lump she would never question him about it. James spread his arm around his sister's back pulling her close in the warm night air. Although it was the end of October, in the coastal plain of Massachusetts it was balmy for the. Hungrily we kissed and our tongues played with each, jockeying for position over the other. With his strong arms he pulled me fully on top of him. I straddled his legs as we continued our embrace. In a delightful little maneuver, Kent took both of our cocks in his hand and stroked them together. Looking down I could see that his was both longer and thicker than mine but they made a beautiful image inside of his grasp. His foreskin would rise up and cover the mushroom like head before. Oh my fucking god, it was Tom Welling!!!! I couldn't believe it. I blinked. Was it really him or was it another illusion? "Hi, I'm Tom Welling. What's your name?" I heard him ask in that voice that I always have wanted to hear asking me a question. I was still on my knees, by the way, but when I saw this god of perfection, I straightened up to my height. I told him my name, yet I stammered. I still couldn't believe it. "That's a nice name." Tom Welling said as he slid the door of my bathroom. The thrill of victory was whooping somewhere in the back of my mind, but it was mostly obscured by growing fear. Mother and Dad were going to kill me. I'd probably be expelled. Maybe the police would come to the house. Alex was alternately sobbing and laughing as she hung onto my arm. When she felt me shaking, though, she came to her senses more quickly than I did."C'mon," she said urgently. "Let's get outta here."She pulled and pushed me to my feet and quickly gathered up her scattered.