Once, you even told me to schedule an appointment. I couldn't figure out if you were joking or not."I remember a time when I was about nine years old....I was supposed to sell scout cookies door to door. Dad didn't want me to go alone, particularly on streets that were a couple of blocks from home. I knew he was struggling with work and I didn't want to disturb him. He tried to hide his problems from us, but we could hear him muttering to himself in his office about deadlines and stuff."I waited. .......it's a damned joke. What's he got then ?. What makes him so bloody special ?". I was content to leave the insolence and his comments without answer, but I saw the flash of anger in Gina's eyes and the flick of her head. Fixing the youth with her steely gaze and the entire room watching the exchange to see what might happen, Gina said icily,"What does he have ?. Let me tell you, you ungrateful little shit !!. He has patience, good manners, he shows me real tenderness. He's also attentive. Before long I had made Cindy cum on my fingers twice, both times she almost bit my tounge or lips off, as we pulled up at their house, Mike telling us to go inside while he paid the driver. I helped Cindy from the car, letting her lead me to the door, grinding myself against her arse while she opened the door. Once unlocked, Cindy pulled me inside, dropping to her knees, pulling my jeans down, releasing my shaft with a spring that had it almost on Cindy's lips, gently wrapping her hand around. Mark says "Lets cum together" and continues pounding, his big heavy balls slapping against my bum, the bed creaking and squeaking as we both get closer and closer to cuming. "I'm going to cum babes" I say and Marks replies saying "Good girl, me too" and after a short while he lets my legs down and i wrap them around him as he holds deep in me and we both groan so loud as we cum hard together, holding each other so close, I feel his cock twitching shooting a huge load of warm sticky cum into.