“Tell me about you and Tad,” Maria said to Peggy, but before she could respond, we heard my dad come in from the side door. “Wait a minute,” s...id Maria. “That’s Stephen now.”The rest of the afternoon was a wonderful period of lively conversation, my father and stepmother warm and welcoming to their guests, clearly pleased to have me home, and my dad almost unable to restrain his curiosity about Peggy, her (surprisingly) nine-year-old son, and the quality of our relationship.I knew that those. The lecture didn't last long. Timmy was allowed to changeback into his street clothes. But Madge made sure to mention that if hethought the nylons were slippery and smooth as he wore them, just imaginehow much more smooth they would feel if he shaved his legs! She offeredto help. Even though his leg hair was sparse and fine there wouldn't beanymore hair pulling or matting against the sheer hose once his legs wereproperly shaved. She made sure to tell Timmy that when ever he wanted. My hand was grabbing one dick and the other had his dick in my butt. I got up and pulled the panties and leggings up. I looked for my clothes but could not find them. My ass was sore, my mouth tasted nothing but sperm, and my shirt was covered in sperm. My thighs were soaked in cum. I walked out of the room to see my friend was laying on the couch. I went down and tried to wake him up but he wouldn’t budge. I got on my knees and thought my mouth tasted like cum already what could one more dick. "They are friends, not girlfriends," Ricky protested. At the same time,he did think that Gina was the cutest girl he had ever met. Lisa, hisfriend back in Toronto was more than a little chubby, but Gina lookedlike a movie star or something.The next morning Ricky was awake even earlier than the prior day. Hesilently walked down to the river in the dawn twilight. Again hestripped naked, and walked into the river. This time there wasn't evena bit of chill: the water seemed warm as soon as he waded.