Since she’s older she won’t let me hang out with her or her friends. They go to the mall and the park all the time but never take me. It’s not f...ir! Mom and Dave don’t care either. They tell me I should just give her space. We learned in school that teenagers act different when they hit puberty because of all the hormones. So that’s probably what’s wrong with her. 7/6/16Finally! Mom and Dave are making Stephanie take me to the mall. Steph is pissed off but I don’t care. I can finally check out. She took hold of the lower window frame and tugged hard.The window creaked and groaned in protest and then budged up about half an inch. The chill of the air rushed in and with a little sob of hope she gripped harder and pulled up. Again it groaned loudly and then nudged up again, but then it wedged tight and no matter how much she pulled pushed and tugged it would not move any more.Michael was close by; he had told her that he and James, and Iris and even Aunt Trudy were all on their way to. One day I was sitting on my patio and she walked by and asked if I was OK. How she could tell was beyond me but on that particular day I was zapped with 240 V 50 amp twice while working on a couple of AC units. Maybe it was because I did not have my usual beer with me. In any event she got out her stethoscope and checked me out. No sooner had she began checking me out her whining daughter came running down the sidewalk and she actually told her to get back home. I was so proud of her!That. Her detached house was in a quiet, secluded cul-de-sac and must have been worth a pretty penny. Maybe if she was wealthy and successful I could make an effort with her beyond emptying my balls, shallow as my attutude to women was. We went inside and she fixed us both a drink, which I knocked back in one so we could get on with the action. My cock was already bulging agaisnt my trousers, but Rachel stalled me with small talk, and before long I was starting to feel a little tired and weak. My.