Rate this story by Pantyboy (click here for part 1) The next morning I was awakened by a knock on my front door. I looked out the window and saw Cathy’s car in my drive way. Still wearing the same outfit I went to bed in, I put on a robe and went to the door. My heart racing at what might happen next. Cathy was standing in my doorway with a suitcase and several bags. She came in and asked if I was busy. I told her I had just gotten out of bed. She reached over toward my...
