“Renee touched me,” I said, remembering what Sam had called Riley. XXX Now, I thought it was really strange, all this happening in front of Sam’s friend. You’re a cute little fucker, just like he said. Then he looked at Riley, who was once again grinning, the scared-look completely gone from his long, freckled face. He had fire-red-hair that hung just to his shoulders and framed a long, thin face full of pimples and freckles, and bearing a beady pair of icy-green eyes. “Shit, man,” the redhead said, groping my dick even more, “It’s really gettin’ stiff.”
“Good,” Sam said, and this time, he sounded close. “Yeah?” I immediately told the truth, however I wondered what he was up to. Sam must have seen my reaction to his anger. “And don’t worry about getting a costume for the party next Saturday.
