I even thought about fucking her again, but unfortunately she had to get going to work. We ate our breakfast and she had to scram.Well here I am at 9:...0 on a hot summer day, having already fucked twice and with no agenda for the day at all. I was completely caught up in my classes, and had no shifts scheduled at the gym, and I was drawn to my apartment complex's pool when I looked out the window and saw Shelley, who I work with, laying out her towel on a chaise. I'm an assistant trainer and. Well finally one evening I was so horny that I agreed to hook up with him the next day at a coffee shop by his place, and the next day bagged off classes and drove to the city he was in for our meeting.To say I was nervous was an understatment! By the time I got there I had convinced myself that he would turn out to this 50+ guy, probably overwieght and bald lol, but I didn't care! Nothing ventured nothing gained is my motto!Was I surpsrised when the guy from the photo showed up! He was. I gave him a sour look, well, he deserved it.“Hi David,” said Mom, followed by my dad. Dad was carrying a too large for him styro-cooler and mom was laden with a largesh bowl filled with her special salad.“This the lady you were telling us about?” said Dad.“Yes, yes it is,” I said. “Stacey Wilcox, this is Xena and Philby Carter, My parents.“Pleased to meet you both,” said Stacey, smiling broadly.The greetings and pleasantries continued for some few minutes. Cousin Mike broke that up.“Your turn. When I met my friend I was not in the best of moods, strangely I kept thinking about my son and wondering whether in some way it was my fault that he was always fighting, though I couldn't see how. It was later that evening that I found out how I was responsible and it shook me to the very core. My friend was telling me an anecdote he had heard from his son who had got it from another boy, it was all about a boy who spent his time getting beaten up leaping to the defence of a mother who, by all.