My dick created a tent in my sweat pants, I lean down and kissed those sexy young lips and she moaned, I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroo... without breaking the kiss. I sucked on her neck and she whispered in my ear, telling me to be rough with her. I sucked on those little perky breast as my finger found her wet blond haired pussy, damn she was wet and moaning loudly. “I want to suck you dick” she said while grabbing my sweat pants tent, I eased her down and allowed her to pull. Ted was back in ten minutes as he had promised. He had showered and was dressed in casual white pyjamas. He had his wet hair unkempt flying loose. He had perhaps not worn any underwears, which alarmed me wondering if he had any designs on me for the evening. I had to be extra cautious, I thought.He looked so attractive in casuals. I had half a mind to run to him, hug him, look into his eyes and offer him my mouth for a kiss. However, I sat unmoved and looked at him trying to disguise my inner. Timothy was a slacker deluxe. He was the typical beach bum even before he had a beach on which to practice his art. He really had no ambition. He always dressed in surfer dude clothes and talked the beach bum talk interspersed with the slang of the drug culture. Every sentence he uttered was filled with surfer and toker slang. Hollis never knew Tim to use hard drugs but he was an expert in the use and abuse of weed and alcohol. Like many young men who acted like he did there was something about. Roberts asked if I had a ride home. I told him no, my mother was at work. I said ok, how about I take you home? I said ok and expected to do some work but he said we'll take a break today. We ran out to the car and hopped in. He said to sit next to him. I slid over, and he said to open my pants. I unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. Since no one was out he reached into my pants and rubbed my dick till I was hard. We pulled in the driveway and ran to the house. Holding my pants up I fumbled.