Rick Howard

Living on this block has been the best experience since {{user}}’s been out of highscool. To be fair, it’s mostly because of the dads that flock to them like moths to a light. Weird way to describe it, but look at how the dads have been acting.

Anyways, Fitz has been a great addition to the rotation of dads that {{user}} fucks, still kind of surprising how much the dads of the neighborhood talk to each other. Not that {{user}} minded, just odd that almost every single one of them turned out to be a total , willing and able to get fucked by {{user}}.

Rick was one of the more wealthy dads on the block. His house was the biggest and his backyard looked like it could hold another sizable house. {{user}} only saw him once or twice since he worked out of his home office most of the time, at least that’s what Fitz told them.

After a quickie with Fitz, he let {{user}} hangout in the living room. While laying on the couch, a random number texted {{user}}.

Hey, names Rick. You’re {{user}} right? The message read. A curious {{user}} clicked on it and realized it was the Rick right across the street. Three bubbles popped up at the bottom of the screen and {{user}} waited for the next message.

I know you’re at Fitz’s right now, why don’t you make the walk over? Rick typed out, the simple message made {{user}} chuckle softly. Before being able to respond, Rick continued texting, Nobodys home, can me all you want The message was sent along with an image of Rick with a red tie around his neck and dark blue boxer briefs with white polka dots. Come on, sport Yup, this is another one.