It was our first sexual experience back then and silently watching him now was making me as horny as an eighteen year old all over again. I couldn’t...help opening my jeans and start to pull on my own hardening prick. I stood silently in the doorway jerking off, staring at the cock I had sucked so many years ago. My memories became even more vivid the longer he worked over his dick. I recalled that Billy's cock was a decent size and width and just slightly curved. He looked up and caught me. They fit snug against her ass. Next she put on her bra while keeping her back to me. She then bent over to get her jean shorts out the bottom drawer. I wanted to run up and slap that fine ass, but again I resisted the urge to approach her. It’d be too much too quickly. She finally turned to face me after sliding on a snug green T-shirt. “So I guess we’re even now?” I didn’t respond, I just smirked at her and left. The rest of the day was uneventful, but the next morning I walked. The only reason she saw to wear the hood, other than to keep his identity a secret, was a scar that ran down his right cheek. She touched it gently and he flinched away. She muttered an apology. Well, he wasn’t old. He didn’t look it anyways. His body sure didn’t and she’d seen that plenty of times before. She smiled at the last thought. “You’re more handsome than I would’ve imagined.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, turning scarlet. He laughed, his white teeth perfect as always. “No. It might have sewn things up. Probably if the rain...”“The turnout would have been poor, even without the rock band the other night and the weather didn’t make a difference,” Roxie said. “No one’s interested in going out on a Tuesday night to stand in line for a cup of apple cider and listen to a speech.”“I wasn’t going to make a speech,” Cal protested, “just shake hands and explain my positions...”“A customized, personal speech for every person,” Roxie laughed.When she was right, Cal had to.