I've seen the way you look at her and I was afraid that you would get too involved and that would cut into my action. Since you didn't click can I tak... that to mean that you are free tonight?" Yeah, I guess so." What a coincidence, so am I. How about we wake up together tomorrow morning and see if we can't find something to do that will keep us busy the rest of the weekend?"I've spent a ton of time chasing the ladies and I've probably bedded more than my fair share, but I am by no means a. Well my dad stayed until just a few minutes into the new year because he had to work. I stayed because my mom didn't drive. Seriously, she NEVER had a license. So I was going to take her home which was only maybe like 10 miles to our house. Well I kind of kept her supplied with drinks during the night with the intention of just seeing her totally shit faced and not such a prude. So when we leave, I have to basically hold her up to get to my truck. A Ford F-100 with just a bench seat. Well when. “Oh Beaux, what have I done? I am not gay, I am not a lesbian, I’m not allowed to do this!” I comforted her, telling her that having an orgasm from a massage was not a sign that she was gay, but just a sign that she had a lot of sexual energy built up in her, and that her body was eager to release that energy, giving her a lot of pleasure. She was still sobbing, but stopped crying. I continued massaging her back and her lovely ass. To my surprise she then slipped off her V-string and moved. .. I knew it... He knew it.In my fantasies it was always a good looking, muscular man, not a smelly overweight slob that took control of me. This was not supposed to happen this way."You and me, we need to talk.", Frank insisted as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the frontroom."Kneel down you sissy", Frank ordered.I did a quick scan of the room... he had been into everything, and one of my videos was playing on the TV, it was one where I was sucking on one dildo while I was fucking.