My maid took holiday as well so she wasn't at my house too. two days passed by and one evening I got a message from my maid( let's call her jasmine) w...ether she could sleep at my home. I was bit surprised to see that message but I responded "sure, why not". I didn't had anything naughty in my mind that time but I started getting bit anxious. At around 11pm my door bell rings I opened the door and I could see a completely drunk jasmine in front us and she could barely stand. She came inside and. I'm serious man,fucking a solid firm muscle filled ass like that is absolutely out of thisworld!" Stan looked over toward Darrell, watched him rub his crotch,actually watched as Darrell unknowingly presented the outline of his dick'shead, through his Dockers, and Stan pleaded, "Come on man, I need you! I'mjust getting warmed up here! Your buddy got me going and now I need somemore dick, do me, OK? Do me!" With that statement, Darrell did, and almost as if he did notreally know what he was. They were like pools of water, offering, yes offering something. I felt a shiver course through me. "I really don't think there is anything I need here," I pulled away from her grip. "Please," she looked so pathetic, I halted for just a moment and she put her hand back on my elbow. "I'm sure there is something here that would fulfill your needs." She walked me over to one of the chairs as I explained that I needed a nice pair of sandals or something with straps and she said she had the perfect. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder than I have. From the beginning I was aware that he and Allan were bi-sexual. That never bothered me. In fact, it added a big dash of spice to our relationship and I.