??Sorry,? she responded, tone deceptively apologetic. ?I apologise. It’s not me who’s the idiot now, is it? I mean, if you really think I give a s...it about the money you’re about as savvy as that pile of crap I just waded through you describe as creative writing.??Look, I’m sorry if it’s not to your taste, but that doesn’t mean it’s not well-written and that other people won’t???Well-written?? Please! It’s less well-written than the story you had the fucking nerve to email me last night when. As she stand over us we quickly pulled up our pants, waiting for what was to come next, then she spoke ‘I can’t believe what I just seen, you 2 boys with your weenies in each other’s mouth’, ‘what am I going to tell your mother’ we sheepishly tried to say something, but nothing came out. Then she said ‘are you boys gay’ we both replied no… ‘then why are you doing this’, Frankie said because we didn’t have any girlfriends, and I agreed saying all of the girls we knew were ‘good’ and wouldn’t. We sorted through all of the goods and gimcracks that Thunder Man had collected over the years. A lot of it was junk and some of it I didn't even know what it was, but, if we had no immediate or obvious need for it, it went to the midden. The few clothes that had been in the cart were checked, and those that could be salvaged were set aside to be cleaned, the rest were discarded.The cart had windows, but nobody knew when the shutters had last been opened. We opened them and the door so that. He was obviously enjoying It as I could hear him moan but what was worseI was too as I could feel myself getting wetter. After a minute or so Istood up but kept my hand on his cock softly massaging it. I gave him akiss on the cheek then leaned up on my tiptoes."I know you love a good blow job," I cooed in his ear, "But I really wantyou In me tonight." I know he said as he reached behind me lifting the hem of my nightie andsoftly rubbed my fat cheeks. "Come on to bed and If you are a good.