Drew slid the Medallion into his pocket and started walking. He wasn't going back to his apartment tonight; his roommate Michael was having his girlfriend Kristen over for the night, and Drew had agreed to clear out.
Fortunately, he had somewhere to go. He had grown up just outside the city, and was on his way to his parents' place.
Unfortunately, it was going to be chaos there for the rest of the day. Drew was hoping to take a long walk to the house to avoid the mass of people currently at the house.
Although his father was out of town for two weeks for work, the house was still packed. There was Drew's mother Sandra and his younger sister Sarah. Sarah was about to enter her senior year of high school, and Sandra was taking her on a girls' trip to Florida the next morning - and Drew was quite happy he'd be able to have the house to himself any time he wanted for the week.
Then there were Amanda and Cindy Knox. Cindy was Sarah's best friend, and her mother Amanda was Sandra's best friend. Drew smiled a bit as he thought about Amanda. She was a high-level MILF to say the least. She was divorced and only had one child, and it hadn't taken a toll on her body at all. She was very career focused, although Drew had certainly noticed that despite her managerial position, her suits were very flattering - the heels would always be a little high, the skirts a little short, and her DD breasts always showed just a little more than professionally acceptable. And her good looks had clearly passed on to her daughter - Cindy was already well on her way to becoming the same knockout her mother was.
Then, there were the relatives. Drew's cousin Cathy was starting her first year of college several hours outside of Drew's hometown, and she and her family had spent the previous night at Drew's parents' house. Cathy was a bit of a spoiled brat, and was the typical ditzy blonde cheerleader-type. The rest of her family was traveling with her; Drew's aunt and uncle and their 13-year-old daughter would be getting ready to leave with Cathy and would hopefully be gone before Drew arrived.
He walked slowly, running his hand along the rough surface of the Medallion in his pocket. Once the craziness of his family cleared out of the house, he would have plenty of time to play with the Medallion...