Damn! I didn’t think this through, my carpet and my wall will need a serious clean-up. Now he is only twitching and shuddering, with just occasional...desperate bucking and spasms. Finally he hangs still. Give it a few more minutes, I think, and say, ?ladies, let’s have another glass of wine?.Now it’s ?after?, and we take him down and lay him across my table, face down, spreading his legs out to the side. He would never volunteer for penetration or obey a command to bend over for me, always had. I listened and offered encouragement. I tried not to think ahead or to nudge in any way but to be there for her.Mmm and after an hour or so Anita would beam a smile and say (in a sensual fashion that made my dick jump) "So what're we doing fun today?" The first time she said that I almost blushed and had to ask for clarification.We cleared that possible misunderstanding up with a fast and furious fuck session. Anita's petite bare legs around my waist and hips had me soon pumping cum into her. I can feel the end of my cock against the back of his throat on the downstoke and his lips are buried in my pubic hair. When he swallows I can feel the spasms on my cockhead, the pleasure is enormous and I am liking this a whole hell of a lot. The pressure becomes too much and I have to go off. I can feel my cum releasing into his mouth. Spurt after spurt. He sucks voraciously and swallows and swallows some more. He keeps licking and sucking up all my jism until no more cums out and my cock. Why are you wasting time with that boy?”“Mama, he’s a nice boy. I feel safe with him. And I’m not ready to get married yet.”Maria obviously wasn’t going to tell her mother about the run-in with the girl gang. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, mulling over the fact that Mrs D’Angelou had only started to think me gay after looking at me. That had to be significant, but how?Maria appeared bearing two sodas and a fake smile.“Mama likes you,” she lied.I took the proffered soda. “I overheard.