Brian was typically never home himself as he felt the house was too big for him alone and was constantly out doing odd jobs for his neighbors, to help...save up for college, but mainly just for the human interaction. Little did he know his neighbors have all been keeping an eye on him.There was Ms. Lydia Fox who lived across the street. He would mow her lawn 2 times a week and occasionally help her move furniture around the house whenever she was bored with the layout of a particular room, or to. Her hand reached for my crotch, slowly rubbing and cupping my balls then tracing the stiff line of my cock as it bulged in my jeans. I saw a brief look of surprise and delight in her eyes as her hand travelled further than she was expecting - along the length of my cock up to the tip - it was poking into my hip pocket. Mmmmm she said thats a lot of tension right there..I pushed her backwards onto the kitchen table, and she sat on the edge. I told her to lie back...Her pleated skirt fell away. Finally his dinner over he came out on to the porch once again and sat there gazing at the sky. He wanted sex but not with any of the women he usually went to but with his sister. But she is not here and he missed her. He was frustrated but his body longed for release. One by one he thought of the many women to whom he could go but dismissed each one of them. His mother's smiling face kept coming back to him and always he envisioned her firm breasts and perfect ass. Forcefully he pushed those. So after months of thinking about it, I decided not to ask her out. My friendship with the guy is worth more to me than a girl. Right about now, I'm sure your thinking "If he didn't ask the bitch out, why the fuck is he writing about this?!?!" Well, I'll tell you why.So, one day, me, my best friend and his sister were playing run the bases (it's like cricket; there are 2 bases, and 2 catchers. The catchers try to tag the runners with a baseball as they try to get from base to base). My best.