A message appeared on my site mailbox, from someone called “Billy1990” saying the pics of my cock I'd attached to my profile were really hot and m...king him hard. After a bit of banter and sexy talk, I got down to business and asked him about meeting.Straight away he was up for it, and living alone in a shitty terraced house in a rough area of Sheffield he had the house to himself and was free all evening. In his own words his asshole was aching for my cock, which made me instantly hard.But. Diana was a friend of Bridget's.I decide to French kiss her when Mom calls me. "Bobby, breakfast is ready!" she yelled. "So is my pussy!" Bridget whispered. I flashed a grin at her and gave her a kiss. We entered the kitchen and we saw Mom setting the plates on the table. "Morning, Bridget. Would you like to eat breakfast?" my Mom asked. "No thanks. I'll eat over at Diana's.Bridget left the house and it was now just the two of us. While we're eating breakfast, I just can't stop staring at Mom.. I needed to act, and I had to decide. Would I go with my fears, or trust her, in loving faith? It was obviously safer if I went with my fears. I'd been doing that for some time now though, and it hadn't yet brought me any closer to solving the situation I was now in. I, just as obviously, hadn't yet tried having faith, or just trusting in what Tina was telling me, taking it all at full face value. If I tried doing that, trusting and believing, and it turned out she was lying to me, I could. We chatted with him a bit and as he was quite personable we invited him into the shade of the tent.Up until that point several other beachgoers had been able to see part of what we were doing but after chatting a bit more inside the tent we eventually zipped the window most of the way shut, leaving just enough for ventilation and by now my GF was more than ready to play some more so she resumed what she was doing. And now the guy could stroke alongside her, she loved being able to open her eyes.