She placed a hand on my thigh. "Mommy doesn't want you to be mad at her." "It's stupid. Doesn't even matter," I said. "Apparently, it does." I laid on... of my hands over hers. "I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at myself." "About what?" she asked. "I can't help but think that you want something that I can't give you," I said. "And that, because you know I can't, you won't ask for it. But I care about you too much not to feel bad about it all the same." Her voice hardened. "And what,. . I dont mind. i answered. I followed Miss Debling over to her house where she had me move some her furniture around. We then went to the kitchen where she poured me a glass of water. "Youre a pretty helpful guy. you know that." she said."Thank you". I replied."Im gonna run upstairs for a sec, youre welcome to go sit down in the living room." she said as she walked out of the kitchen, upstairs.I couldnt believe i was in Miss Debling's house and trust me i have been hiding my boner all day. As. I stand behind her to make sure it wasn’t any trouble. ‘Oh, Mrs. Flakes.’ ‘Angie, how are you.’ I was out of her view. ‘I’m good, is there something I can do for you.’ ‘Oh no, not really. I know your mom isn’t around and I think I heard screams coming from this place, last night. I was confused because I heard giggles too from time to time.’ ‘Oh ma’am, my boyfriend was fucking my brains out. Come here, Jamey.’ My heart sank, why the fuck would she say that. I come into view and there stood a. This worked as it usually does and he did the same, his cock looked big even though it was still limp, he was pulling his foreskin back and revealing his bell end, I turned to face him and he did the same, we stood there for a few minutes just playing with our limp cocks. He was quiet smartly dressed in a black flight bomber jacket, white shirt and tie, black trousers and boots. He was about 6 foot tall, his jacket was open and his large belly hung over his belt. Age wise i would say he'd be in.