“On one condition. I want to pay you for the trouble I’m causing.”“No, no pay. Juan happy to do this.”“Are you sure your wife won’t mind...”“Wife? No wife. Me widower.”I sized him up better during the conversation. He came up to the bottom of my titties, had small pudgy hands, small fat feet, a gut that hid his belt buckle, and yellow, crooked teeth. Figured him to be in his 60’s easy. “Please, I would feel better if I paid you. I would pay at a motel.”“No, no. No pay money. You just be nice to. "Come on, get dressed and we'll get going." Where am I?" I asked. I looked around the room. It looked a lot likethe spare bedroom, but it had been decorated. "Sarah's room," my mom replied. "Your dad had it furnished while youwere at school today."I looked around again. He'd managed to furnish it exactly like he saidhe would. It was a small sitting room/dressing room combined into one.There was a flat screen TV on one wall, a large vanity on another, andthe entire theme seemed to emulate the. He moved up toward my head and knelt there, with one knee by each ear. I looked up at him upside down. I couldn’t help but notice that he was still naked (and apparently not chilled). His cock was at full attention, hovering just over my forehead. Gently he placed one thumb above each of my eyebrows and began a gentle kneading motion. My eyes closed of their own accord. Again, he found each muscle in my skull and face and convinced them to relax. His hands worked down my neck to one until he. We made out passionately as I stroked his cock slowly. “Seriously, your cock in as hard as a diamond now,” I said. “Thank you, but it's thanks to you though. We have absolutely phenomenal sex, every single time, it seems like a new experience. I can see why big Jeanette wanted to fuck you. I mean damn my lady, you a sexual goddess,” John replied. “Dude we're already having sex, you are supposed to say all that before sex, so I'll have sex with you. Don't you know the rules?” I asked. “And who.