It was a shock to be offered a deal which would save me several hundred pounds, probably. But before I could speak, he went on."In fact, I'll sell you...the lot for two and a half grand." It's a deal," I told him, before he said any more.I left with two open-face helmets and a pair of 'Mark VIII' goggles ( the sort you see in pictures of Spitfire pilots, with each lens made up of two flat pieces of safety glass at about a thirty degree angle, and padded leather forming a comfortable fit against. "Leave for what? I don'tcompete until tonight again?" Well I'm not leaving you home alone again, because we both know whathappened last time I did," said his mother."That's not fair, mom," said Brian. "I've always been responsible andyou know that." Yeah I did until you almost gave me a heart attack yesterday, and Ithought you were going on sixteen?" His mother wasn't taking any shitthis morning. "Now that you're back in eighth grade and just confirmedI have a thirteen year old drama queen on. I couldn't get my mind off of how it felt to have her next to me all night and how it would feel to be inside her.I got back to my apartment, stripped off my clothes, and laid down in bed. My dick was rock hard and I knew I'd never be able to sleep. I choked the chicken and cleaned up the mess, no need for the assistance of Penthouse at all.The next day I got out of bed without a hangover, one of the best advantages of sobering up before the party was done. I ate the usual breakfast of. She spread my legs, kneeling between them. I felt her lean over on the bed, then felt her hair flow across my ass. Her tongue found my balls, and she licked them from behind. I lifted up, and she took one ball into her mouth, sucking gently on it. I started humping the pillow. She released it, and let me calm down as stroked my thighs and ass. She massaged my cheeks, in circles, so that my cheeks would spread apart and then back together. Her finger ran down the crease and across my asshole,.