There was nothing at all that indicated any kind of infallibility on the part of Kim.We fucked just as often, and as hard core, as we’d always done....Kim was no prude in the sack, that’s for sure. Dirty talk, toys, oil, facial, cum swallowing and even a bit of anal were all part of our regular sex action.Maybe all that was a bit of a warning and in retrospect I know now that she had to have learnt that somehow, or from someone.The Sunday came around and the day began as most Sunday’s do, a slow. I looked back andthis HUNK was sooooo not looking at my arse. Trouble was he was looking at the ceiling, and there was as sure as hell nothing interesting up there. He'd got some grout and stuff in his basket, and a whole lot of WOOD down his tracksuit bottoms. He was well hard, and he didn't look like he'd got any underwear on ! I was quietly fascinated by this swaying erection as it passed me by,his basket held hopelessly in front of it. He'd need more than some grout to hide that little. She hesitated and didn't really want to do it but I reminded her of our deal. She finally picked out a good looking college-age kid. I told her she had to go up t him and flirt with him for a while and try to offer him a blowjob. She eventually got there, flirted, and made the offer. He took it! So now she was stuck because he asked her when and where and she didn't know what to say. I was a few people away and mouthed "tell him you'll come back to him in a minute" and she told him and made her. I was just freshening up the bathrooms.”“What have you been doing while I have been gone? The place looks...”“I hope you’re not mad, but I was bored, and the place really needed some attention.”“No, no, not mad. It looks great, but you didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”“No trouble at all, Robert. I enjoyed doing it.”“Well, thank you. Where’s Josh?”“He’s over at Mary Lou and Betty’s.”I couldn’t help but remark, “I hope Betty put some pants on.”“I doubt it. Josh says she usually wears just.