Mark is only twenty-four so I'm closer to your age than his. Besides, Pat looks pretty possessive." She snuggled closer if that was possible. "Now, I'... not going to jump into your bed. I just want a chance to find out if things can work out between us. Will I be the helpmate and friend to you that Pat is to Mark? If that's true, then we can make a decision about me warming your bed." She looked at him with a steely glint in her eyes. "Right now, you have to decide if you will give an 'us' a. She began working a second finger inside me and then a third. She stopped and looked up at me as she slowly fucked me with her three fingers."How does this feel?" Hmm," I moaned to myself. "Feels wild. Strange. Really good." It felt so full and warm. "Don't stop." Oh no," she said smiling. "I am just getting started." With that she took my cock in her mouth and starting sucking in rhythm with her fingers pumping in my ass. I didn't last long. Between her mouth and her fingers, the orgasm was. Recalled what had happened. I had made a mistake and obviously she didn’t like it. I went in my room, still thinking what had happened and what could follow. I went to her room to say sorry. She slammed the door on my face ant told me not to show my face to her any more. I went back to my room. Thought it was a hint to leave the place. I packed my stuff and took my luggage in the living room downstairs. She was sitting there on the sofa. I once again said sorry and asked her if she wants me to. He wanted to forget that place. What had he been thinking to go back there to visit his mother's grave? He had been chased out of the city by the people he had grown up with. The ones who had said he was not like them and he never could be. They said his mother deserved what she had gotten, being a whore and all. Whatever his father had been, it didn't matter. His mother had been human and that's what he was and none of those old slum rats could tell him otherwise. He had gotten out of there.