She sat on the edge of his bed and handed him the coffee. As he took a sip she said, "Let's talk." Jack was not a morning type of person. Bettie knew ...hat but she had to clear the air. "What we did last night, uh, must be kept a secret. I want you to promise me that you will never ever tell anyone about it. Is that clear?" Yes." It would be very bad for both of us if anyone ever found out." I know." Good. I need to go get showered. You do too." When she left he pulled his cock out and started. The problem was transport. We had no car and I never even had a bicycle.Mother was good friends with Maureen Wilson who just happened to have been the Drama teacher at my old school and she had a car. One Saturday night at about 8 pm, Mother, me, and Mrs Wilson set off for the countryside. I sat in the front seat with my maps and binoculars. We were soon out of town and heading along country lanes. They were chatting quite a lot about the new developments planned for the town centre. I tried. The door closes, she sits, and he is sitting across from her. They just look at each other for 30 seconds or so, then he moves over in front of her on his knees. He puts his finger to her lips. Sshhh … Then he slides his left hand down the right side of her face lightly, moving it around to the back of her neck, and then pulls her towards him. Opening her mouth, she accepts his. A long passionate kiss … she moans and puts her arms around his neck as their tongues dance together. He breaks. Fred had sped up his rhythm and still delivered full strokes.“That booty creamin’ on a nigga dick,” Fred declared.“You’re tearing it up, baby,” Mirage added.“I like that wet shit. Real good pussy!”“I picked out the names!”“Oh yeah! What you gon’ name our babies?”“DeRyan and Quantez.”“Yeah. Both boys. You know shit potent!”“I know. Make me have your babies,” whined Dymond as it went dark.That was all Fred needed to hear. “Oh! Got damn,” he screamed as he tensed up and his dick erupted.Cell 12-B.