I held the steering wheel in a death-grip. Both passenger side wheels were off the ground. The car was going to flip over. I was going to crash. The g...on chasing me would drag my battered body out of the wreckage and bring me to that kid Angelo and the other big bully. I had seen the way they stared at me in the frat house. God knows what they would do to me."Please don't crash!" I screamed as my fingers tightened even more on the steering wheel. I shut my eyes and prayed.I felt a jolt as the. "Great minds think alike," said uncle Paul. We had on the same exact sleepwear, except his pajama pants were red instead of blue. His drawstring was not pulled as tight as it could have been so his pajama pants sagged a little, exposing his bright blue underwear. That was enough to make my dick hard. I grabbed a pillow from the couch to cover myself up. "So what do kids do at a slumber party these days? I haven't had, or been to, a slumber party in like twenty-five years," he said. Seeing as. She was wearing a black top and a black frock up to her knee…This lady standing in front of me whispered to me “You seem to be quite a naughty boy. I have been watching you from a long time on what you did to the other ladies”. Wow… I didn’t know that some was really watching all the stuff I did…it was crowded andI was enjoying but this lady seem to be enjoying watching me…and she basically turned back to me and pushed me back… because I was standing behind the door.. I moved a little bit to. ." I tried to think of how to put this. Date? Marry me? I was definitely feeling emotions that were more than just friendly affection."Are ... you want to do it again?" Trish smirked at me, and then rested her cheek on her head."I mean, not just that..." I stammered, trying to be diplomatic. "I mean, would you mind, uhm ... seeing me?" Like dating?" Trish giggled at the thought, before shaking her head. "I don't ... I don't think that would be such a good idea." I like you, Trish! Really," I.