“I did, but I also wanted…” He was breathing hard. “I had an accident.”“Did you poop?”“That would have been disconcerting, but no. The...other hole.”A damp patch appeared on the front of his jeans.“It’s not pee,” he informed me.“Oops.”“This never happens.”“Now we have something in common,” I poked."I'm embarrassed." Kevin, it's okay." I don't want to be that weird dude who got so excited he came in his trousers." Who do you want to be?" The man who gets to take you out for another date. The next. Never-the-less, it isn't any shorter than any of the other women seem to be wearing them now, she told herself. Maybe her husband was right; maybe she just needed to let go a little. Maybe they would go where nobody else knew them.Jon clicked the television off, nervously, as he heard his wife clip-clop down the stairs. He looked up. "Okay, mister. We're going out on one condition. We are not going to go where anybody we know is going to be. I don't want anybody I work with see me dressed like. "I guess I was looking at him, I mean he was right there and all. I don't know if I'm gay, Dad, I just don't know. I like Matthew an awful lot."Stuart's cock was throbbing in his pants as he conjured up the image of the two horny teenagers beating their meat together, quite probably on the same bed his son was now sitting on."I know you do, Christopher. But sometimes a teenager your age will have a crush on a friend, but it's just a temporary phase," his father explained, "though of course some. What Maeve saw frightened her. The back of her sister's dress and the wagon seat were soaked in blood and the young woman was struggling to stay upright in her seat."Can you last another fifteen minutes, Honey?" called Maeve."Yes, I think so ... but not much more than that!"They were at the ford of the Whiskey Barrel River."Follow me then," said Maeve as she drove her wagon into the river.Instead of crossing, though, she stayed in the water and turned upstream. The river curved around some.