I sat, pulling you down with me until you were kneeling on the floor between my jean clad thighs.You seemed a little frustrated at my being overly dre...sed, my hand batting yours away from the zipper on them. I was simply teasing and felt my heart trip when you gave a little growl murmuring “Please Goddess let me in.” I could feel the tension in your frame, the need and desire built up over the past weeks of conversation. All the best intentions were flung to the wind as you kissed me again,. I was about to tell her to stop when on my left the other girl also put her hand on my leg. My heart was racing and I really didn't know what to do. I could just simply get up and leave but it was becoming exciting.They left their hands in my legs for a couple of minutes and then they slowly started to move them towards my crotch. The excitement was becoming almost unbearable. It was awkward and I didn't know what to do. One was massaging my groin through my pants while the other was playing. He sat behind the oak tree and watched until the lights went off in the living room before making his move. It was early, he thought. Only around nine o'clock in the evening. Probably not much to do than sleep anyway. She must liked to retire early.Bobby Lee sneakily made his way towards the backyard of the house. He made sure the moonlight didn't silhoutte him against the side of the house, making it very easy for someone to spot him. Once he was in the backyard, he found an open window. But the roars, the roars only Spencer could hear, the sight of them, only he could see. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the bridge that day, he was the one and only survivor to be alive. Sure he had a few bumps and bruises but that was all. How he survived, God.