This guy reminds me of my high school buddy and neighbor. We messed around till his senior year when he got a serious girlfriend. He was always in bed with his legs spread by the time I got there. He liked to be sucked below the balls. I was happy to oblige since he was too big for me to do much good. He's married with three kids. My brother saw him several years ago at a restaurant in my hometown. He told my brother he always remembered that I liked to put my pillow in the deep freeze before bed. Whew! I wondered if that was all he remembered? My brother asked me did he spend the night a lot? I told him yeah.
It's an odd feeling not having parents or a "home" to go to for the holidays. Make no mistake, I don't miss all the hassles of traveling during the holidays. Over the years I have had a 10 hour drive turn into an 18 hour drive more than I care to say. And I have had to spend the night in my car a couple of times and once at a church because roads would be closed. Still, it's sad not having parents or a home to go to for the holidays. My Father designed this home with the wide overhang and the wagon wheel window in the laundry room and put a lot of the finishing touches on it himself. The roof began with cedar shingles but when it sold this summer after my Father's death it had a metal seamed roof. We moved in the four bedroom home in 1964 but my older brothers would be gone in 4 years leaving me alone with my parents till I left when I was 18 years of age. Leaving me to mow and rake this big ass yard. So it's my first Christmas without a parent or a home to go to. I'll just stay here in southeast Texas. It's home now.