" OK" Or tomorrow" OK, Mr Dixon. Bye" I said, and headed back on my way to my 'date' with Mick.So Mr Dixon was making an offer and letting me decide. ...aybe I was gaining more control of the situation than I had had before..... good to know.We met up in the woods at our secret place. Mick was sitting on a blanket he had brought along. I had a small backpack with me. Carrying the lubricant I had stolen and some spare clothes. In case it got messy. I didn't want to go home with cum on my shirt.. She had trouble understanding why I wanted to do that but she did agree to think about it. Shortly after we married, we lived in a mobile home in a neighboring town. I got hooked up with some guys who wanted to start a rock band. That's what Debbie said first attracted her to me. The way I could tickle the ivories, and play the guitar, as she put it. The sound guy in the band, was just a roadie, who didn't have a job, and stayed anywhere he was invited to spend the night. His name was Bobby,. He said with a mischievous and delicious face, grabbing his cock over his clothing. I did the same with my nipples, they were so hard that were aching already and unwittingly, you helped me win a bet. A bet? Explain that please … and, while you talk, let me see what you have there in your pants. Well, if thats what you want. and he brought his hard-on dick out of his shorts, Here look, Ive been hard since I woke up this morning, I could not stopped thinking about last night. Everything worked. But the two of us were both trying our best to get along, after wed fought it out hard and dirty for over a year. He had pinched me painfully hard under my upper arms or spanked me with his belt so often that, thick as my skull was, I had learned to listen to him. I thought about it, and laughed. No, Carl. Im sorry, mom. He had taught me to admit when I was wrong and to apologize to my mother. He had said, You dont have to apologize to me unless you break something of mine. But your mother, you.