I was just telling my, well, my 'friends' about our, ah, encounter the other night and they were wondering if they could, um, meet you." How many of y...u are there?" she asked in disbelief."Twelve-ah-thirteen," he corrected himself."Thirteen? Who do I look like, Bilbo fucking Baggins?" Listen, Amy, if we could all just come in for a cup of tea, I'm sure I can explain..."Amy begrudgingly let them into her house, one after another. They all seemed to be eyeing her rather hungrily, which didn't. ”“Want a brush up my arse and I will sweep the path as I go in?”Her laugh was sparkling as he went into the house and brought out another cold beer for her, “See you in a few minutes, slave driver”Even though it had been hot outside he still preferred to have a warm shower, he could not get used to having cold ones even though the temperature was in the 30s. As he shampooed his hair he felt the hands caress his chest, “I thought you might want your back washed, my love. Turn round and I will do. ‘Am I pretty, white boy?’ she asked Jeff. ‘More than that, you’re beautiful!’ ‘Would you like to feel my tits?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘All right, just use your tongue.’ Jeff approached her and bent down to lick her left tit. ‘Suck gently on my nipple,’ she ordered him. Jeff sucked each nipple to hardness and Latesha saw a tent had grown in his undershorts. She tells him, ‘I want to see what you got in those shorts. Pull them down, Frank!’ While Jeff nibbled on Latesha’s tits, Frank had been standing behind. "I didn't say anything right then. It would wait till we got to the restaurant. She came out and got into the truck. I drove to a little diner and we ordered coffee."What is it, Jerry? What happened?" I think I just found Stan fucking Sheila at your trailer." Oh, no, not again! He's back to his old ways," and she started crying."What do you mean 'old ways'? Has he done this kind of thing before?" Many times, Jerry. I'll have to tell you my life story so you will know what you're dealing with..