He would bring Playboys he had swiped from his dad and we would google at those tits, this was 1962 so no bush back thenOur boners pushed against our ...horts as we looked at those tits. Soon we were talking ourselves into Doing It. It didn't take much convincing on either of our parts as getting to this point had been our unspoken goal. Those Playboys were just sort of a catalyst and an excuse to be behind the hedges with our hard cocks in our shorts. I think the conversation at that point went. So we have been travel for hole days in many place I even thing about to peek her or try see what it under there look right Coz she is my friend GF you know , but the thing happen is happen .we brought many thing from the market me and my friend carry many bag with our both hand and the thing is happen when we arrive to dome , they place it have just only 5fth floor so that mean we have to take a stair to go up to 4 floorand while we use stair going up she just say to me like jokeing .GF friend. ”“Not so quick sonny. I…”“Don’t call me sonny. I’m your honey.”With his voice still cackling, “Oh. Oh. Oh. So you are. Well then, come on in already.”“You are too much, Sean.”“Well sonny honey, I don’t come cheap. I charge my clients a hundred dollars just to talk to me.”“Turn around and I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”“Cooooorny. Let’s get in bed. But be gentle with this buck.”Jeff’s naked by the time he gets to Sean’s bed. “Who said anything about stripping, sonny honey?”“I did,. I didn't bother to get excited this time, I just reached over without looking and rejected the call. I switched off the annoying machine and flipped over to sun my front. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew there was a person blocking my sun. "So, you decided to ignore my calls, did you?" He said. His beautiful voice and menacing words sent a chill down my spine and I snapped awake."Oh God! I am so sorry, my mother's been driving me crazy, she's been phoning all day I.