I was wondering if that was true and, if it was, could I see it."Mrs. Conroy's eyes flew wide open and she turned bright red. She put her fists on her...hips and, leaning forward quite aggressively, said, "Levi! How could you ask me such a thing?"Startled by her reaction, I backed up a couple of steps. Apparently I had done something terribly wrong but I had no idea what. "Did I say something offensive, Mrs. Conroy? If I did, I'm very sorry. If you had a beaver, I just wanted to pet it to feel. My curiosity over powered my uneasy feelings. I reached into my pocket in search of the old rusty key that Manuel had found. Bringing it out I noticed that it was then bright and shiny as was the door's lock. Things were getting downright spooky but I ignored my fears and inserted the key into the lock. It went in as smoothly as if it had just been lubricated. I turned the key to the left and tried the door which resisted any movement in or out. I then turned the key to the right and tried the. I pressed my head on the sofa and and my ass up to allow him easier entry. Then suddenly he was in with all of his dick in one go. I like the sensation when a hard dick slides in my rectum and not being able to close my spinchter. Then he started the pumping motion. My cock was rock hard as well and I was in heaven every time he hit my prostate. While he was fucking me from behind, the tall guy stood before me with his cock touching my lips. I started licking and sucking him. After 10 minutes. "Then I guess that's what we'll have to do." Yes," he said, relaxed now. He had a plan for that, and he was sure that plan would bear fruit. It might take some time, but he had time.Her ploy had worked. She had him talking.Now she changed the subject, and talked about more routine things. They chatted the rest of the way back home.And for a lot of it, her hand casually rested on his thigh."I need a favor," she said, after they had carried their luggage back into his house."Name it," he said."I.