Get him a drink to cool off

"Thanks, Mr. Wood," you grin.

He mops at the sweat on his forehead again.

"Jeez, Mr. Wood, you look awful hot. Why don't you let me get you a drink?"

"Oh, that's okay, I'll be fine," he says.

"No," you say with mock sternness, "I insist."

Before you can say anything you head towards his door instead of your own.

"I'll get you something out of the refrigerator," you call over your shoulder.

"Uh," he stammers nervously, "the, uh, kitchen is all the way in the back."

It's dark in Mr. Wood's house. There's a recliner, a sofa, and a TV set. A few pictures of nature in frames and a fish mounted on a plaque. The whole living room is done in wood paneling. It reminds you of your grandpa's workshop, although Mr. Wood is not quite as old as your grandpa.

You peer down the hall into the kitchen, but you decide to snoop around a little bit. You push open the door on the side of the hallway. It's Mr. Wood's bedroom! His room is clean and neatly made, although the shag carpet and the leopard print comforter have got to go. You're about to head back into the hallway when you notice something peaking out of a drawer in the night stand. You open it and the drawer is filled with porno mags.

You flip through the stack, amazed to see some of the most hardcore porn you've ever seen. You leaf through one magazine and are shocked to see pictures of girls being covered with cum from several men. Despite the strange nature of some of the porn, you can't help but get a little wet.

Just as you reach a hand into your pyjamas and feel the moisture on your slit you hear the door open. Uh-oh! Better act quick!