“Well then I give up, who is this ‘cougar’ you speed of?” he gestured playfully.“Me of course. Who else?” she announced proudly to the who...e apartment, at the dispense of Jason’s neighbors.“Ok, ok, mom. Just try to be more quiet please?” he said, leading her inside.“So how did you meet this luck guy” he asked, secretly curious as to whom his mother was seeing.“Well, let me tell this Jason, SHE is like no one I have ever met before” she said, almost unphased by the shocked look on her son’s. . With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open. After cleaning the whole head under the hood with my tongue, he pulled it out and asked, “how’s the taste?”“Tastes like piss.”“And do you like it?”“Hmm-hmm,” I murmured, while sniffing his crotch and balls.“Good to know,” he answered, then he turned around and leaned on the couch, exposing his hairy ass with a pink and puckered asshole to me. “Care to give my ass some attention, then?”Matt usually wasn’t that bossy with me, but I was really digging that new dynamic between us. I stuck my tongue. It was the Third Date. And if you know anything about dating, Third Date is usually the Sex Date. Where you and your date finally get down into bed.You’d think with all of the action I’d been getting lately, that I wouldn’t be stressed about that. Other than knowing that four girls - turns out Grace had come up preggers - were carrying my bastard children, my sex life had become less about “when am I going to get laid” to “when aren’t I going to get laid.”But there was a lot more riding on this.