The other candidate for my horny little cheerleader act was Randy Longmire with diabetic wife needing medical care and saddled with the burden of no l...ss than four teenaged children all requiring supervision from a live-in nanny that looked a lot more attractive than any nanny should look like. I saw the pictures of them together and the smiling young girls and the nanny all clustered around the middle-aged Randy with the invalid wife sitting in a wheelchair like a character from some soap. ”I laughed and said, “You’ve been hanging around George too much. You sound like him.”Patty laughed and said, “Okay, let me put it this way. I’ve had a lot of sex, I’ve been with seven guys, and only one woman…your wife. You will make number eight.”I said, “I’ve had a lot of sex too. I’ve never been with a man. However, I have had sex with seven women, you will be number eight.”Patty said, “Screw the shower take me right now.”She fell on the bed giggling like a little girl. I got between her. I got damn scared and I was breathing his smell he was heavily drunk to notice I was a boy. I kept struggling but he kept me kissing then he released me and forced me towards the wall, the spread my arms on the wall and went for my boobs he started sucking them over the shirt. I moaned when he bit them in between. I didnt knew why but his action made my tits go tight and my dick started precuming. Then he pulled me by my hair and made me kneel on my knees . He bought my face near his crouch. That, plus the atmosphere of the old wood building, plus the fact that it was difficult in the extreme to get to, was why everyone had chosen it in the first place. “So, I take it you all know each other away from here?” I ventured, joining the conversation. “We come up every month or so from San Francisco and Oakland to get away from it all and have a little playtime.” Alicia answered. Catching the implication of the word “playtime,” Mila said: “What kind of playing do you do?” .