"Please do.". "I told my husband about my reaction, and he was, well, let's say, he was intrigued." "I see," Jerome interjected. "When I told him that...you had given me your card, Jim encouraged me to call you and see if you would be willing to treat me again, to see if I had the same reaction." I stopped talking. I wanted to give Jerome a chance to process the request. After twenty or thirty seconds of awkward silence, I added, "Would you like to think about it and get back with us?" I think. Whenever possible I tried to stay away from these situations but sooner or later the girls would corner me to have the stories verified. Of course this was not a one way street however and if I noticed any of my friend's gals in any similar situation I would let them know. In the end I lost a lot of relationships due to this but I never let in bother me though. I would rather have quality over quantity any day.My home life was great or at least I thought it was. My mom was a short and. I wanted a piece of whatever was going on up in those dunes.The next wave couldn't come fast enough, I walked up the beach, dumped my surfboard and walked in to the dunes. Nothing about my attire had changed, I was only wear my little black speedos.Just out of sight from the beach I saw what was going on and it was a beautiful, erotic sight at that.The New Slave Boy had his back to me and the two men I had seen walking down the beach were facing me but with their shorts around their ankles. . My Mom’s eyes grew and never made it past my waist band and she looked as if she was at a loss for words. “AAAA ok I guess I will just take care of it.” She did not move from the door way but just stood there staring up at me for what seemed like forever. I could have sworn she knew something was going on. “Well come here and give your mom a good night huge.” As I walked down the steps I realized that my shorts were tented and there was no way anyone could miss the show I was putting on. It.