He was an older man, early 70s, avg height and weight, and nicely dressed. They started telling me how they met, it was at a local adult bookstore. Th...y had been in the theater area and ended up sucking each other off while a couple were fucking next to them.. My cock was getting hard again as they explained everything that happened. It seems some guy came in with his wife and she ended up on the receiving end of a half dozen guys using her, while her hubby was busy getting fucked also.I was. As it turned out, we certainly did.Mum came to me at about 10.00am, and said she had some shopping to do, and would it be alright if I looked after Al seeing I was home for the day. I can tell you that I didn't hesitate to say that I would. In fact, I was a bit worried that I may have seemed a bit too enthusiastic.With mum gone, I told Alison that I was going down to the garage to work on my bike, and I asked if she would like to come. She said that she did, so I grabbed hold of her hand,. "He's fifteen. Not that big a difference."My mom took her eyes off the road to glare at me. "He is a Sophomore in high school, Adam. A Sophomore! He's not supposed to be dating girls who are still in Middle School! You never did. It's not right."Part of me wanted to blurt out the fact that while I might not have officially "dated" Middle School girls back in my High School days that I had, actually, fucked a bunch of them and explain to her how much easier getting into their pants was compared. Allan was already snoring, but I was wide awakefighting against the conflicting emotions I felt. I pulled out mycigarettes from the bedside drawer and lit one. I leaned back againstthe headboard and exhaled letting the horrible smoke calm me down. Ilooked at the wedding ring on my finger again and then to my snoringhusband before staring at my reflection in the dress mirror on theother side of the room. A middle aged woman sitting back enjoying apost-sex cigarette. God what had I become?! I.