Obviously he'd had more time to think about it."Probably not, but it will look better in court if you have a permanent address and a steady job. I kno... your mother doesn't want you to go to prison, and she told me often enough that she wouldn't testify against you and legally I don't believe they can make her do that. Eric and I as witnesses, must, if asked in court tell what we saw and what happened afterwards. That could include the indenture document and the spanking. We could all be in. We talked and started to make out. She took her shirt off, did not have a bra under it I sucked and massaged her huge tits. She took my cloths off and her pants but left her panties on. She started giving me a blow job. I almost came right then and there but she backed off and started edging me. I could not help it. I had to get in her panties. I pulled them off and started to finger her pussy. She was very hairy and very wet.This is when her husband came in. I had started to eat her out at. ‘Of course,’ I sighed. I gently tapped the phone against my head as I considered texting him back telling him that things had changed, that I had actually, as soon as I hung up the phone, just remembered that I had plans to wash my hair tonight, and that if I didn’t it would all fall out, and I would go grey, and I’d have to buy cats, and live alone—like I already did—and— I took a really deep breath. ‘It’s just one night,’ I told myself. ‘It doesn’t mean anything to anyone, he’s just a guy,. “He’s no good to me in bed!” she continued, “In fact he likes to see me with other men!” She had my full attention now. “I think he might be a closet gay!” “Ah, why is that? I mumbled. “He likes to be fucked by other men, after they’ve had me!” she told me, watching me closely. “Don’t you think that’s more than a bit strange?” Thrown off-guard by the turn of the conversation, and the abruptness of it, I stumbled over my response. “Ah, I’ve ah, heard that many um, middle-aged couples, ah,.