.. and then spending a minimum of two hours every night tickling one another's tonsils with our tongues.Getting up to bat, feeling my first ever titty...Back then, just getting up to the plate was half the fun. Few were, and few did. And though I constantly struck out back then, never even getting to so called "first base", the fact was, I knew one day ... I would. But there would also be only an occasional single even then, it would be a long time before I would ever score my first double, or. “That,s the creaky springs on my folk,s bed. Dad forgets to,oil them now and then!” “Okay but What makes the noise?” “They,re Fucking of course!” “Come on We can listen outside their door as they never shut it! Sometimes Mom gets so hot you can smell her pussy all over the place!” “WOW” Now he mentioned itmy memory flashed back to a similar sound in our house, but hadn,t heard it for some time. The carpeted hall deadened our footsteps, but there,s no way they,d hear us as Burts Mom Joyce was. “Okay, but my cooking isn’t that bad. I enjoy cooking for you.”“I enjoy eating your cooking but pizza is simple and works for this evening.” She nodded. I turned to my computer and ordered.The pizza was delivered and I came into the kitchen with it from the door. I set it down while Gail grabbed plates. I picked a lemonade. Gail wanted a diet Coke as did Amy. I brought the cans along with the Parmesan cheese to the table.After I prayed, the pizza box was opened and everyone helped themselves. I. I’ll hop up on the counter, the polished granite cool on my ass, my feet dangling, and I’ll absorb every little thing he does. Rick won’t know that I’m not wearing anything under the blanket I pulled around me before coming to the kitchen. He’ll think I’m watching him because I’m hungry. And I am, but it’s not an omelet that I’m hungry for – it’s Rick. Rick wears his pajama pants and nothing else while he cooks. I know there’s nothing underneath the pants because it’s morning, and Rick sleeps.