Sometime during the night, I became aware that Mark had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt ...is hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect penis. He had another hardon and it had poked me. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I didn't. I let it rest on his hard young cock. We stayed that way for minutes. I rationalised that he. My eyes remain glued to the TV. "I don't have anything to do!" you add, now in full whine. You get up from the table and begin to walk towards me."Why don't you go outside and play with the other kids?" I toy, still not looking away from the images on the television set. You walk in-between the TV and my eyes in a rather feeble attempt to attract my attention."Because, the rain has made everything all wet.'' That last part dripped from your lips. I remain un-impressed and rather annoyed. I tried to down play how much "tang" me and her son had been getting. Then I made a comment about nailing her and what a great time that would be. It was supposed to be a compliment, meaning that I thought she might be as good in bed. But I think it came out like I wanted to fuck her. She smiled real big and looked me up and down and then her eyes focused on my cock, which got even harder. Now I was not sure about what was about to happen. And I was not sure if I really wanted to fuck this lady. . and if he could trust her. That could take time to determine... maybe too much time... Christ, if he could only see her... !"It's not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon," Carol said.He grinned. "Not exactly the place where I'd let my wife walk the streets unescorted... if I had one. You said you've only been here a week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?" Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland.