Everywhere I looked there were scenes depicting love; it made me want to hurl, it was so sickly-sweet.To me and my friends, Valentine's Day was a day ...f candy and anonymous valentines dropped in lockers.Every time I went to my locker, there were either valentine notes taped to it or dropped inside and all were signed, which defied the whole point, at least to my way of thinking. Some of them were from the girls I knew and I didn't mind, slipping the awful cutesy ones Claire bought for me into. I was still married, and had no intention of leaving my wife or embarrassing my k**s. Tommy then proceeded to tell me that years ago, while they were in school, he and Mike used to suck each other off, before they each found girlfriends. He said they'd remained exclusive during that time, except for a third guy, who on rare occasions hooked up with them. He was now a major league football player, married with k**s. Tommy got me calmed down, we went into his bedroom, I asked if they'd fucked. He. Some of the food had already placed in platters and bowls, but Mama Breen had an obstacle to work around. Betty was sitting there with a cup of coffee, but her head was down like she had a headache, and was cradled in her two hands, elbows on the table. "Land Sake's, girl. You need to either go in the other room, or, better yet, go back to bed. Sitting here like that, you're useless as tits on a boar hog! Get out of the way! We got work to do."Mama Campbell looked over at the pair of them.. When we got to their house - which was your typical ‘all bought from IKEA’ jobs on the 'executive estate' we had a cup of coffee. Well not exactly sordid but before I could take a sip Mary had stripped down to her underwear. I had never been attracted to women before but something got me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits. Jeff by this time had loosened his trousers and was now waving a very large cock in my general direction.Oh fuck...this was my time to get up and leave, I stood up,.