They were rubbing their cunts briskly together and I knew they were coming on their pussies. Both were rubbing their own tits and pinching and tweakin... their nipples. Even stretching them out and making themselves come even harder from the sex play. They both thought they were completely alone so they didn't bother being quiet. Both women were squealing with lust and passion as they kept having multiple orgasms. It was too much for me. I shot my spunk in a stream on the ground and almost. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice,’ you grin. ‘You brat,’ I reply with a laugh. Then I stop, sobering up as I look at you. ‘Damn, it’s good to see you.’ ‘I missed you too,’ you reply wistfully. We retrieve your bags, then head for the car, chatting all the way. We can’t stop talking, it seems, all the way to the parking garage, then most of the way home. We spend that time catching up and getting reacquainted. I can’t get enough of your sweet voice. It feels almost like. Before I left that day I offered him my copy of Plastic Man. He thanked me but said he wouldn't have time to read it on the spot.But I held the book out to him and said, "No, keep it. It's yours. I'll get another one."The kid beamed a big, surprised smile at me and said thanks. He asked if I hung around there often, and I said I'd try to get back on a weekend. As I was leaving he said, "Hey, you ever get back here, look for me. Ask for Stepper. That's me."A few weeks later I again saw Stepper. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn’t been under doctor’s care, we don’t know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns holding him at night, trying to keep him warm. But even in the hottest nights of mid-summer, he is freezing and is like ice. So you can imagine what it is like for him here in snowy cold fourteen degrees winter and close to Christmas when he and his British friend and partner were the.