Eddie dressed then went outside in time to catch Wes before his walk.Eddie: So let get on to it.Wes: Right, you want to lead and set the pace.Eddie: Y...u set it, I'll keep up.Wes: Good luck with that one old man.Eddie: This coming from a man with a hangover.Wes: No hangover for the last four days. I have been on the wagon and suffering with sobriety the whole time.They walked five miles more or less. Three out and two back stopping at a restaurant on their route. When they stopped for breakfast. I know, I know - it’s not like I was into what I was watching, but I’d been so worked up when I was interrupted ... and people fucking are people fucking, even if it is your tramp of a mother and the rando that she brought home to do her in the ass.(Yeah, he did her in the ass. Gross. I was so disgusted by it, I almost couldn’t cum while watching.)Finally, I saw my opportunity to sneak out of there - Mom wanted to be done doggy-style (double-ew) and soon her face was pressed up against the. She took off her thong. Soon I was undressed with her hand in my underpants as she began to stroke my cock. In the dim candle lit bedroom I gently pushed her naked body back onto her bed. Soon my kisses worked their way down towards the region between my older lover’s legs. Now I consider myself a skilled cunnalinquist, I dated a bi-sexual lesbian and she taught me all about eating pussy, since then I have had no complaints from the women who received my special treatment. Dawn would get the. Well, fuck. “Well, fuck,” I say, brain-to-mouth-filter faltering. He laughs quietly. “It’s okay, she doesn’t know.” “Good. I’m not ready for that scene quite yet,” I confess and take a sip of my beer. “I may never be.” I whisper, my eyes widen at the word ‘never’ for emphasis. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a swig of his own brew. “So what are you doing this weekend?” he asks. “I’m supposed to go somewhere tomorrow night. Kyle’s leaving on Sunday and I said I’d hang with him again.