Mulino and Mrs. Jeffries sat on the side, though they said they were just observing."Tony!" Mom said warning."Just trying to be helpful," I said with ... shrug. "Mr. Parker knows I have no respect for him, though I have to show him respect due to his office." Stop helping," Mom instructed. I shrugged again. "What seems to be the problem this time?" Just Mr. Parker's continued persecution of me," I answered before he could."This is not a persecution, it's a prosecution. Persecution is something. 'And you trust me? Or not? I made several mistakes before I ended up here, which on the face of it is a big fuck up'Tara looked thoughtful. 'Yes, I think I do. I don't know why but I think if I needed you, you would be there.''Really?''Hmmmmmnnn ... yeah I think so' came the reply from the bronzing girl. She was busy scanning the horizon as I was packing the remnants of her lunch into the basket.'Fuck!', she cried out and reached for her binoculars. 'There is a cargo ship, on the horizon due. Where would you like me to entertain him?Me: wow, I get to pick?Wife: it's the least we can do, since you're giving your wife to a younger, hotter, longer lasting, bigger man!!Me: ouch!!. You say the the cruelest things. No wonder I'm getting a raging hardon!!Wife: Mmmmm. Keep that going. I'm gonna want it when you get home. After you eat your cream pie like a good boy.Me: well, I'd start with a welcome blow job on the sofa first.Wife: absolutely! I'm a very welcoming hostess! I can't remember. How I did not want this to end. ‘Okay, Charity.’ he said. He pulled a condom from his pocket, and after putting it on, he climbed on me again. ‘Hold on, baby. This might hurt a little.’ he said forcing my body to receive his. He was right. There was a moment of pain, as he took my virginity, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel him inside me. And it was pure bliss. I had read romance novels, and I had let Tony rub me off a time or two, but this was…different. It was like nothing I’d.