I had known Jon since third grade. He was the son of a minister in our town. We graduated the same year from the same high school and went to the same college. When it came time for our first Homecoming back home, we were both psyched about going.
My sister-in-law, Tara, was a terrific looking lady. Tall, at around 5 foot 9 inches, twenty-six years of age, straight red hair which fell to just below the shoulder and a figure of 34C-24-34. We had recently fucked three times and I was certainly
Justin slept very lightly. He’d been woken by things quieter than pin droppings, so the phone ringing was no exception. Before he answered, he glanced at the clock. “Shit,” he muttered, realizing it was eight in the evening. He worked 3rd shift, so h