He pushes you back onto the toilet seat, handing you your beer. He wants you to drink more before he goes on. He wants that cool, foamy head that drov... him wild already!You take a gulp and he pushes into you eagerly. Beer spits out of your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and you take a little more.Gently this time, he lets you open your mouth. The bubbles and froth coat his cock and he lets a moan escape his lips. You swallow, he begins thrusting again. He moans again and again, this time. "Well, Debbie owns them, but I'm usually the one using them," Aimee answered, smiling at her boss/co-wife."I didn't know that you were a programmer," I said, having a bit more respect for Aimee. I knew a few programmers back in the service; nerdy guys for the most part, but sharp as a tack."I don't program them, really. Unless you call 1-2-3 macros programming," Aimee said."1-2-3" and "macros" sounded very much like the words that those programmers used. I smiled at her."I can teach you, if. Getting ready for a night on the town, her new specs matched perfectly with her outfit; a little one-piece dress that was as dark as her shoulder length curls. Once she finished applying her makeup, she was ready to hit the town.It was a glorious summer's evening and Stacey was unnaturally buzzing with anticipation for her evening. She would never have thought that new sunglasses could give you such a high. Walking down her street towards town she spotted a young well-built stranger smiling at. Might be the impact of our life, he was always shy and scared of even talking to a girl. I let things go thinking that over a period of time when he reaches his teens he will change. However, he is 21 and no change in his behavior towards girls. I was not worried about him being gay, being the open-minded lady that I am. But he did not show any inclination towards that either.I decided to take it on myself to have a discussion with him and find out what was troubling him. One fine day when I.