Her hand reached for his groin and took his erect penis, gripping it lightly and stroking, gently at first. She looked up at Stan, said ‘Time to chr...sten the living room, I think!’ and slurped him into her mouth. Stan reached forward with both hands, gently stroking the side of her head and her ears, as Anne went to work on his cock. He was so turned on, and now the blonde was working her way slowly, slowly further and further down his penis before lifting, sucking and swirling her tongue and. The door opened and Jim walked out a towel wrapped around his waist, with a stark bump where his hardon could easily be seen.“You know, this is going to be good for the two of us.”She snickered and said “How is that?”He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well I get a little, and you get a little. We both get satisfied.”“Sorry to say, but the choice of living on the street beats having unwanted sex.”He shook his head, “You are missing the point. You’ve made the choice, so all you need to do now. I was stunned for a moment. I slammed the door shut and walked over to my table where she stood staring at me. I was very angry when I confronted her. "What is the meaning of this, just barging into my apartment? Who are you? What do you want?" I was so angry I asked questions without waiting for answers. "OK," she spat at me. "I will have to play your idiotic game, and I will. But you better hold up to your promise." "Listen lady," I countered, "you seem to mistake me for somebody else. Who. He was in the bedroom he had grown up in, in his parent's house, in the bed that they had bought for him back in 1974 or so, a super-twin that was too short for his fully-grown legs."Jake?" his father's voice called through the closed door. "It's eight o'clock. Time to get up. Mom has breakfast cooking." Wow," Jake whispered, shaking his head in awe, a powerful sense of déjà vu sweeping over him. He had heard those words in this bed from that man hundreds of times in the past, usually on Sunday.