I kneel down on the hardwood floor in front of her. As she requests, I take off her heels (she loves getting fucked in heels, and I always get to take...them off). I look up at her and notice the faintest nod which suggests I should begin.Katy rests her head back against the couch and looks directly up at the roof. She closes her eyes as I begin. Maybe she's thinking of Peter (or someone else?) I lean forward and take the first tentative licks of cum from her cunt lips. Just as I could smell that. My name is Pete and I was the only c***d of David and Sara. My mother Sarah was religious and did enough home schooling where I was concerned to instill that in me too. I did not go in for 'casual sex', hand cranking, or anything before marriage. My mom 'walked the walk' too; she dressed like Mother Theresa. I didn't have the slightest idea what she really looked like. My father was not nearly as strict; perhaps because of her conservative demeanor, dad went out of his way to be open with me.. They made a dash for the parking lot and got in Andrew's car just as the skies opened up. It rained so hard that they could not see out the car windows and conversely could not be seen in the car. Andrew resumed talking about sex with guys and as he did he reached over and started rubbing Brad's crotch. Brad got an erection and he let Andrew rub it through his swimsuit.Andrew was masterful as he talked and fondled Brad. Andrew pulled the top of Brad's trunks down freeing his impressive cock.. It was a short drive to Eves but I went straight past and parked a little further up the road. After a short exchange of messages I got out, locked my car and walked round. Making sure to check the neighbors windows for twitching curtains and other signs of activity. It was like the old days but instead of an escort I was being an adulterer. It was a short driveway leading up to a typically suburban semi. I was going to make a twitching and semi joke there but I wasn't entirely convinced it was.