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`Spun by a boy'

Have you ever found yourself focused on one thing so much it felt like your head and world was spinning out of control?  That's how I was feeling.  My head was spinning, and of all things it was for a 15 year old boy named Grant. 

My name is Eric and I guess I would be considered your typical married man, loving wife, two teenage kids, a couple pets, typical suburban house.  I'm 36 years old, work in construction, have blue eyes, broad shoulders, a slight beer belly, short brown hair, with slightly above average equipment.  If you knew me I'd be the last person you would suspect of dreaming all day about a young teenage boy, and yet that's all I do since that fateful day.  And that's where this story begins.

Grant was not new to me or my family as he is one of my daughter's closest friends and has been since early elementary school.  Living in the same neighborhood has made it easy for them to build a friendship with each other, and his presence at our house over the last 10 years was not unusual.  And over that time not once had I given him more than a passing thought, at least not the kind I was having about him now.  At 15 years old Grant was about 5'-6", with short blond hair that he spiked in front, blue/grey eyes, a little stocky but by no means fat, with noticeable dimples when he smiles, which was quite a bit as almost everything made the poor kid blush with embarrassment. 

The day in question, Saturday, Grant was over as usual and in my daughter Sara's room when things changed between us.   I was outside working on a busted irrigation line that was in my backyard, and by happenstance directly below Sara's open bedroom window.

"Don't get me wrong, Brads nice and all and I really do care for him, but... well it would be nice if he was a bit... I don't know... what's the word for it, I guess smarter, you know someone I could talk to, like you and I do."  I overheard my daughter say. Clearly talking to Grant about her boyfriend Brad.   

 "Brad has to be in the top 5 of hot guys at our school and he's totally in love with you." Grant said, as my ears took it in, still not really registering what was being said.

"Yeah I know.  I'm not saying he's a bad guy or anything, but sometimes you want more than just good know what I mean?"

"I guess.  I'm just saying one could do worse."

"Oh My God, you like Brad don't you?" Sara said in a high pitched squeal, completely shattering my attempt at ignoring their private conversation.

"I uhhhh, well yeah of course I think he's cute, I'd have to be dead not to think that, but I, I don't like him like him... He's not really my type."  Grant kind of mumbled.

"Ohhh. Ok so now we're getting somewhere, what IS your type?"  My daughter said as if she was cross examining a witness.  Their conversation had my full attention now as I tried to make sense of  what Grant was saying and what it implied.

"I don't know...I guess older." I heard Grant say reluctantly.

"How much older? Like college older? Or like my dad older? That last part my daughter said as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.

"Yeah like your dad." Grant said with an enthusiasm not missed by Sara or myself.

"So you like guys my dad's age or is it you like my dad?"


"OH MY GOD, you totally like my dad!"  Sara said with mocking disgust.

"Shut up. It's not like that. I, I just like men who are older and bigger and stuff."

"Yeah, like my dad.  Weird." Sara said in that typical `I know everything' teen girl tone.

 "Don't freak out and shit?"  Grant said.

"I'm not going to.  Not like anything is going to happen between you two. But now you HAVE to tell me, do you like dream about him and stuff, you know like dirty dreams and shit?"

With that one question hurricane Grant began to spin in my head.

"Ah, come on."

"No way, you have to tell me, please."  Sara said switching on her sweet charm.  Inside my head I repeated the same plea as my daughter.

"You swear you won't tell anyone?  I mean this stays right here, nobody else ever finds out."  Grant said more forcefully than I ever heard him be in the past.

"Yes, yes, of course no one will ever no."  Sara said as if it was a dumb question.

"Welllll..." And before Grant could finish, my daughter jumped in.

"Holly shit you totally jerk off to him don't you?"

"What, I don't know, ummm, I guess, yeah, sometimes I..."

"Ok STOP.  I lied, I no longer want to know.  Yuck, the idea of you and my father fooling around is a visual I don't need thank you." Sara said followed by her laughing.

"WHAAATT?  You don't want hear about your dad and I frolicking naked together?"  Grant said laughing with her.

"That's nasty. Thanks," Sara said just as there was a knock at the bedroom door, my wife calling the kids to lunch.

I too should have thought the whole idea was nasty, as my daughter put it, but by the throbbing in my pants it was clear my head and dick thought otherwise.

For the next couple days, I tried as hard as could to avoid Grant, even though my mind was constantly returning to what he said, but on Tuesday as I walked into my house after a long day at work, there he was in my backyard dripping wet and clad in only his swim suit as he and my daughter splashed around in our pool. 

Grant was wearing navy blue board shorts that clung to his legs and amazing bubble butt as he would exit the pool to run and jump back in.  I was lucky my wife was in the back of the house and didn't see me standing there drooling in the living room as I spied on the teen boy in my backyard. I'm not sure my eyes would have let me stop staring even if my wife had caught me as I gazed on his tan skin, beautiful hairless chest, and thick thighs and calves.  I shook my head as I forced myself to break my stare.  My God what was happening to me, where were these thoughts coming from?  All of a sudden I snapped back to reality as I realized the kids were drying off and heading toward the house.   

 "Hi Dad," Sara said as she scurried through the living room, hair dripping wet.

"Hi Mr. Templin," Grant said as we held eye contact longer than normal, his towel wrapped around his waist, his body glistening in areas he missed with the towel.  "How was your day?" Grant asked.

I stood there staring, not really processing his question, life seeming to be in slow motion, as I watched a drop of water fall from Grant's hair to his broad shoulder where I jealously watched it slide down his perfect chest to his hard little nipple, and then dangle as if understandably it didn't want to let go before it finally relented and fell to the floor below.

"You're dripping on the floor," was all I could think to say.

"Oh, sorry," Grant said as he let one side of his towel drop to the floor, where he used his foot and the towel to wipe up the water, giving me one more shot of him in his clinging wet shorts and the mound which could only be his young manhood.

Grant grabbed his towel and took off for Sara's room but as he got to the door he turned and looked at me once more before entering, breaking my gaze of his perfect little bubble ass. As our eyes met I realized he had caught me staring to which he gave me one of his shy smiles before entering the room, leaving me with the image of his cute dimples. 

After Tuesday's run in with Grant I was officially spinning out of control.  Every waking thought was of Grant.  When I was alone I was jerking off like I was a teenager again, so much so my 7" dick started to get sore.  And  when he was around I was asking him how his day went, what plans he had for the summer ,  putting my hand on his shoulder when I spoke to him or patting his back when he walked by me.  Anything that I could do to get closer to him without him noticing, I was doing. 

One week, that's how long it took for a teen boy to completely spin me to the point of crazy delirious.  I had made up my mind that I had to let him know.  So on a Tuesday and at work I spent the morning composing a simple text to Grant.  I kept it simple and to the point;

Grant, I overheard you talking to Sara and know you like me. I like you too.  If and ONLY if YOU would like to take our friendshipfurther text me back yes. Just for us no one else needs to know.It's ok if answer is no or no response. Your friend always, Eric...SEND

It was done and there was no going back.  A huge weight had lifted off my chest for all of a minute before it returned with fear of what I had done.  I had thought my head couldn't have spun any faster and yet now I had even more to think about.  What if my daughter was near him when he got the text?  What if he was at my house when I got home, would he be able to talk to me... look at me... Could he pull it off as if nothing had happened?  Dear God what kind of spot had I just put the poor boy in. 

It had been 3 hours since I had sent the text and I was getting concerned, when my phone chimed with the sound of a new text message. It was like I was back in high school, sweating as if I had just asked the hottest girl to the prom and I was waiting for her answer.  Opening my eyes I looked down to see the following;


Taking a deep breath of relief I leaned back in my chair with a huge smile on my face.  Having figured he would say yes, I had already worked out how we could get together and sent him the following text.

            Wife and Kids gone all day Saturday

            Be at my house at 10am. Bring swim suit.


After receiving Grant's return text saying he would be there on Saturday, I spent the rest of the week trying to figure out what I would say to him, and avoiding any awkward interaction with him before that day as he still spent much of his time in my house with my daughter.  

Saturday morning arrived and not a second too soon as I kissed the family off for their mini vacation.  They were off to visit my sister in-law and would be gone until Sunday evening.  With the house to myself I quickly jumped into the shower, shaving my daily stubble away and doing everything I could not to stroke my ragging hard on.  Throwing on a pair of swim trunks and a T-shirt I went to the kitchen to wait for Grant to arrive.  While I was waiting I had three shots of Tequila to calm my nerves, which did nothing for me when I heard the door bell ring.  Opening the door my eyes feasted on the site before me.  Grant was dressed like a life guard, short red swim trunks and a simple white T-shirt with a red Nike swoosh.    His hair had clearly been trimmed recently and was neatly spiked as if he had taken special care to look good for today.

"Good morning Grant.  Come on in."  I said as nervous as could be.

"Thanks Mr. Templin."  He said in a shy voice as he passed by, the scent of cologne wafting up to my nose.

"Eric, please call me Eric, ok, for today anyway."

"I'm gunna have a hard time with that, Sorry." Grant said with fear in his eyes he had upset me.

"Yeah, I get it too much too soon kind of thing. You're probably as nervous as me, huh?"  I asked not really needing an answer.

"Yes."  He said forcing a smile.

"Listen Grant, my plan for today is very simple.  I thought we could get in the pool and talk and see where things go.  Ok?"

"Sounds good," he said.

"I'm sure we have some time before you need to head home, so being we are both a little on edge, how about a beer?"

"Yeah, I mean yes please."  Grant said with the first sign of relaxation and excitement.

With our beers in hand we headed to the backyard to get in the pool.  My backyard has a very high privacy fence and my neighbors that back up to my house are elderly and couldn't hear us talking even they cranked their hearing aids all the way up, so I knew we could talk openly.  And to be truthful since that fateful Tuesday when I had seen Grant in his swim suit, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity for him to be sparsely dressed and wet again, especially if this is as far as it went.

With us both shirtless and wet we swam to the shallow end of my pool, where we could sit on a step and talk, or in my case stare blatantly at the smooth bare chest of the boy before me. 

 "Grant I need to be very clear with you, I invited you here today because I am very interested in seeing where, for lack of a better term, a relationship with you might go. It's all I have thought about since I learned of your attraction for me. But you have to know my wife and family come first, always.   Don't get me wrong your well being is very important to me as well and nothing happens that you don't want. But if I feel for one second this is more than you or I can handle I will stop this.  Understand?"  I knew that last line was a lie, as there was no way I was stopping this unless he told me too.

Grant bit his lip before beginning, "I understand.  I get it, you're concerned, but you don't have to be, I won't tell anyone and I won't go all lovey dovey on you. I like that this is just kinda a booty call, because that works for me too, I mean I know you think I'm just a kid, but I know what I want, and I'm here right?"

"A booty call?" I repeated.

"You know, we mess around and all, but that's it, we're not like dating or anything like that." Grant said as if he had to explain booty call to me.

"No, I understand what booty call means, I just hadn't thought that's what we were doing is all. I just want to make sure you're not hurt, emotionally, and that you know that I don't think this is just a booty call to me."

"Yeah, got it. Call it what you want, I'm good with it all."  He pleaded, sounding frustrated as if to say get to it already.

"All huh?  Well how about this?" I said as I slid in, never breaking eye contact with Grant as my lips touched his.  As his eyes closed so did mine, our warm lips pushing together, my first taste of the boy I had dreamt of for the last two weeks.

Grant's hands went to my hairy chest, as my left hand found the back of his head while our tongues wrestled. My right hand traveled to his smooth thigh which was still under the water, my thumb dancing under the fabric of his shorts as I pushed them up his leg. 

I broke the kiss with my hand still on his thigh.  "Are you good with that?"

"Oh yeah," he said with a big grin on his cute face.

"Let's take this inside and find out what else you're good with."  I said as my hand dragged across his rigid teen cock.

"Ahhh ... yeah, ok."

Grant stood up, his hard dick barely covered by his clinging wet trunks, now just inches from my face, my body pulsing with lust as he exited the pool.  I stood with my own hard cock at attention and stepped up behind Grant before he could grab his towel. Nestling my hard dick into the crack of his gorgeous rump, my left hand sliding onto his soft belly my right sliding into his trunks, gently gripping his tool and sliding down to his teen jewels, where my hand tickled the skin. From there I leaned in and kissed the base of his neck where it meets his shoulder.  I loved this move as it always got the same reaction from the person receiving it, a quick breath in, followed by a tightening of the muscles, and ending in a soft moan of shock as you tease their senses.  Only this time my hand and lips were on the body of a young stud.

"Mmmmmm, Ahhhh, Oh God, Mr. Templin, oh shit," Grant was no exception to this move.

Grant and I finished drying off quickly as we worked our way back to the master bedroom, the whole time Grant was blushing and smiling as if he had just been caught doing something naughty and illegal.  I returned his smile with one of my own, as I was about to do something naughty and illegal.

As we entered the bedroom we both slipped off our wet shorts, leaving them on the floor where we stood.  We had passed the point of words, and we both knew where this was going.  Taking Grant in an embrace I gently kissed his lips, before laying him down on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge at his knees.

I had never felt this way before about another male, but before me had to be the most gorgeous teen boy I had ever seen.  Grant was up on his elbows with his hair wet and still spiked, his beautiful summer tanned skin, tight and smooth with just the hint of downy blond hair on his newly developed chest. Grant's soft belly looked perfect for running your tongue across and down to his cute inny belly button. Just below his belly button is what appeared to be a 6" cut throbbing teen dick pulsing above a young patch of pubes surrounded by a neatly outlined area of pale white skin, untouched by the sun.  My eyes continued on as I gazed at his thick thighs, smooth in appearance but covered in fine blond hairs, his muscular calves and delectably small feet. 

"Like what you see?" Grant said followed by the biting of his lower lip.

"Oh God do I.  You're absolutely gorgeous. I could stare at you like this all day." I said.

"I feel the same about you, but I was hoping we would do more than just staring." Grant said with one of his boyish grins.

Placing my hands on the bed I leaned over Grant as we quickly kissed again. "I plan on doing a lot more than just staring." I said before I moved down to his nipple.  I did not stay there long as I moved to his belly, kissing my way to just above the tip of his teen dick.

"Please...please, oh yes, oh fuck it feels so good. OH GOD," Grant moaned as I picked up his rigid tool and licked around the head of it.

New to me was this undeniable desire to suck his cock, and yet I knew if I did it would be too much for Grant and I wanted to draw this out as long as I could.  So without actually putting his cock in my mouth I let my lips drag along the top and bottom as I worked down to his teen baby makers.  Grant was now lying on his back, gripping the comforter with all his might as I teased and sucked on each of his nuts.

"Mmmm, uhhhhh. ohhhh, yesssss, ahhhhh, fuuuuckkk."

I loved the view of being between his beautiful thighs, but I had to move them to continue my oral assault.  Picking up both of Grant's legs I gently placed his calves on my shoulders, not breaking the connection of my lips on his balls.  With this new position Grant's little pink boy pussy came into view and my own dick throbbed hard.  Allowing his now dripping wet balls to leave my mouth my tongue dragged across the skin between his nuts and young boy hole as Grant let out a moan that filled the room.  I let out my own animalistic moan as my tongue circled his pussy.

My tonguing was relentless as I lapped, swiped, and jabbed at his hole demanding it to relax and open up.  I had never asked Grant about his previous sexual experiences, but by the resistance I was getting from his hole I knew he was a virgin.  That revelation scared me and excited me all at once.

"Oh Jesus, damn, I've never, oh man, I'm oh God so goood, shit shit,  I'm sooo close, uhhhhh."

With this new information I let up on the tonguing and moved back to the head of his cock, where he was leaking precum like only a young teen boy can.

"Yes, Yes, please do it, please, suck it," Grant begged.  His blue eyes revealing his crazed lust.

I smiled an evil smile knowing I had returned the favor of how he had left me for the last two weeks.  Although I had never sucked a cock before, I swallowed Grant's with no fear as desire took over. I slurped and swallowed his young cock like it was the last piece of food on earth, and I had to have it.

"OH FUCK, HOLLY SHIT, OH DAMN, FUCK, SO GOOD, OH GOD, SLOW DOWN, SLOW DOWN, PLEAAASSSEEEE...SHHHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!" Grant cried as I felt the first shot, and a large shot at that, of hot boy seed hit the back of my mouth.

I had only tasted cum once in my life and that was when curiosity had gotten the better of me at age 14, when I had stuck a finger into the pool of jiz that was on my belly after a good jack off session and placed it on my tongue.  I remember then it had a salty taste and didn't really appeal to me.  Today at age 36 with a 15 year old boy's spurting cock in my mouth I couldn't seem to get enough of the warm white goo. I was sucking and swallowing as if I was pulling it out of him, and as far as I knew I was.

Grant was breathing hard as his climax calmed down. Clearly being a guy myself I knew how sensitive the tip of a cock can get right after ejaculating, but I wasn't quite done enjoying my oral experience, so I moved back to his hole and continued to eat him out.  With his climax subsiding, his mind refocused on what I was doing to him.

"Huh, huh, oh man this is so good, oh God, just do it, please do it." Grant said with my head buried between his thighs.  His hole in no shape to resist my unrelenting pressure, as it slowly began to let my tongue in.

"Ahhhhhh, please, please, do it, I need it, I need you to FUCK ME, PLEASE, now, mmmmm," Grant moaned as he laid there once again on his elbows, his legs still draped on my shoulders, watching me devour his sweet boy hole.

Looking up from his hole, my lips dripping with his juices and spit, somewhat shocked at Grant's request, but secretly pleading I heard him right.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I, I've never gone, um, this, this far before, but well, I really want to, I, I want you to do it, please."

The explosions of joy that were happening in my head and cock were of such magnitude that words could not describe it.  The beautifully naked teen boy displayed in front of me was asking me to take his virginity, and while I knew it would probably hurt him some, every ounce of me was screaming YES!

"Ok, but I didn't really plan for it to go this far, um, I feel kind of stupid asking but a do you have a condom?" I asked feeling like a dumb teen kid.

"No.  I... I don't really think we need one do you?" Grant asked with clear worry in his face.

"No, you're right, I'm sure we don't need one."  Was my selfish response allowing my dick to do the thinking, as the responsible father voice in my head was saying Hell yes we need one.

"Do you have any lube?" Grant asked again with worry on his face.

For being the adult in this situation it sure looked like I was dropping the ball. 

"Oh Yeah, I mean yes, yes I have lube." I said watching Grant smile before I spun around to my dresser to get the bottle of lube I kept in my sock drawer.

My back was turned to the bed for only a second but when I spun back around my chin hit the floor at the sight before me.  Grant had rolled over and moved so that he was on his hands and knees, a pillow under his chest and his amazing bubble butt swinging in front of me.  The move left me speechless and my dick harder than steel.

"Is everything ok Mr. Templin?"  Grant asked looking over his shoulder making him even more adorable if possible.

"Perfect," Was all I could think to say.

Stepping up to Grant I was convinced I was the luckiest man on the planet.  I threw the lube on the bed next to him as I placed my hands on his hips and gently leaned in, kissing the center of his back.  Grant lowered his head and began purring like a cat as I worked my kisses lower toward what would become my Nirvana. 

My hands slowly moved from his teen hips to his ample cheeks where I lightly spread them to give me access to his wonderful boy pussy again.  It took only a second of my tongue applying gentle pressure to get his hole back to where I had left it, wet, warm and relaxed.  With my tongue still buried in the dear boy I reached for and applied a good amount of lube to my finger and brought it to his delicious looking hole.

"Oh, ahh, shit, cold, cold,  mmmmmm," Grant moaned as my finger circled his hole, his head now resting on the pillow.

"You're gorgeous Grant, just, just fucking gorgeous, damn."  I said as I slid my finger all the way to the second knuckle.  I used some lube on my left hand to tickle his young balls and semi hard cock.  After a couple minutes of taking all of my first finger I felt the time was right to add another.

 "Huh, ah, mmm, ohhh, huh, yeah, AHHHHHH, mmmmm, slow, slow." Grant groaned as I added the second finger.

Using the bottle of lube I got into a good rhythm of pushing my fingers into Grant, then pulling them out, applying more lube while I kept the tips of my fingers still in him, and then pushing them back in and repeating. About 5 minutes of this and I could tell Grant had loosened up and was pushing back against my plunging fingers.

"Are you ready to do this?"  I asked, knowing damn well that I was.

"Yeah, yeah, let's do it, just, you know, um go slow ok?" Grant said with such innocence that I could have melted right there.

"Of course Grant.  If it's too much we'll stop I promise." A promise I was afraid I couldn't keep.

I gave my hard 7"s one good stroke with my heavily lubed hand before lining the head of it up to Grants hole. 

I could tell Grant was biting the pillow case by his muffled groan as my cock applied a steady force against his anal ring.  Slowly his ring began to relax and the head of my dick began to enter him until all of a sudden it shot in and his hole clamped shut around the crown of my cock.

"OH FUCK, FUCK, mmmmmm, wait, wait, wait, huh, huh." Grant pleaded.

I didn't say a word, I didn't breathe, and I sure as hell didn't move.  I stood there focusing with all might on not cumming to soon.  Grant's pussy had such a warm tight velvety grip on my cock that I was more than ok with not moving.  Waiting for Grant's ring to loosen up I added more lube to my left hand and returned it to Grant's manhood, which was limp but still chubby.  My right hand went exploring rubbing Grant's thigh, his belly, his back, everything really, everything that my hand could reach. 

As Grant's breathing began to stabilize I could feel his hole loosening up and his cock reacted to my slow stroking hand.  My dick began to slowly move as I watched it disappear into Grant's lovely ass.

"You ok?" I asked, since I hadn't heard a word from him in the last couple minutes.

"Yeah, sorry, it's huh, just stung a bit, it's getting, oh, better, mmm, ohhh, keep stroking my dick, please, ahhhh."

"There's no need to apologize babe, however you want it is how we'll do it." I said as at least 4"s of my dick had slipped into him. 

At 5"s I pulled back just a little and applied more lube to my cock. Grant yelp a bit when I pulled back initially, but let out a pleasurable moan when I pushed back in, the added lube clearly helping.  Several minutes later all 7"s of my hard cock was buried in the young 15 year olds toosh. 

We both moaned when my hairy balls mashed against his hairless ass.

"So good, oh baby, oh man you're so tight and oh God so good." I babbled, lost in the moment and breath taking feelings.

"It's starting ahhh, a, feel good, oh shit really good, oh Mr. Templin, yes."

I was slowly pumping into Grant, but with each thrust my speed was picking up.

"Yes, yes, ahhh, yeah take it, take my big dick." I growled.

"Fuck me, uhhh, yes, ohhh, fuck me harder, ahhhh, harder!" Grant screamed.

The bed was squeaking now, as I drove Grant's head into the pillow.

"So good, yes, ohhhh  fuuuckkkk take it, urrrrrrrrrr."  My large balls were now making a very audible slapping sound as they swung, smacking the young boy's backside.

I had one hand on his left shoulder and one on his right hip as drove my dick into him.  I knew we were both heading toward mind blowing eruptions and my intent was that he came first.  With one good thrust I buried my cock into the depths of his love tunnel, and held still.  Using my left hand which was still slick with lube, I reached around and found his hard cock and began to stroke him.  Not a teasing stroke, but one with a very clear message.  It was time for him to cum.

"Oh GOD, shit, mmmm, uuuuuhhhh, fuck,fuck,fuck, pleeeeaaaasssse, ahhhhh, oh shit," Grant moaned as his cock expanded and fired his second load of the afternoon all over the bed.

His boy pussy contracting around my cock with each shot of boy seed, drawing me closer to my own triumphant climax.  I relaxed my hand around Grant's cock and once again began pumping my own dick inside the boy.  My right hand holding onto his hip for balance, as I ramped my piston up to full speed.  I suppose a caring man would have asked Grant if it was ok to cum in him, but I was now in animal mode and there was no stopping me.

"Urrrrr, Yes, yes, fuck yes, take it, take my seed...Uhhhh." I growled as I pumped one of the hardest cums I ever had into Grant's sweet hole.

"Mmmmm, so warm, yes, oh I can feel it, yes give it to me Mr. Templin."

Once my cock had quit pulsing Grant fell forward on the pillow, pulling my shrinking cock from his no longer virgin ass, yelping as my still thick head popped free. 

"Huh, huh, so good, sooo good," Grant mumbled as I fell on the bed next to him.

"Better than good my sweet boy, you were, huh, amazing," I said trying to catch my breath.

"Thank you Grant," I said looking Grant in the eyes.

"For what?" He asked confused.

"For letting me be your first, for opening my eyes to new and amazing feelings, and for being so damn cute." I said.

Grant blush a shade of red as his dimples melted me further into the bed.

"I am so glad that window was open, or I may have never known how you really felt, and this amazing day would have never happened."

"Why do you think I opened the window?" Grant said with a devilish smile.

"Wait you knew I was outside listening?"


Let the spinning begin.