She made his life hell when he was growing up. Every girl he was interested she called a slut because they didn't go to church. John moved in with his...mother and took over the house. She was seventy and walked with a cane. He was going to make her pay for the torment he suffered."Mom I have something to tell you" What is it son?" she said sweetly."You've destroyed my sex live and I don't have a woman for my bed" he snarled."You never went out with a good church going woman son" she said."Maybe. His muscular shoulders flexed as I rubbed my hand across it. I pressed myself into him letting my robe fall open just enough for him to slip his hand around my breast. I began to unbutton his shirt. I have never undressed a cop before. Once I figured out how to get him out of his bullet proof vest I straddled him on the couch. As we kissed I could feel something growing hard under me. I reached down and began to unbuttoned his pants. I love feeling a cock get hard. He was bulging and needed to. As for me, I was Tyler Grange, a normal 22 year old who assembled computers for a living. I was about average height, though a little thinner than normal. And for the most part, I was a fairly quiet guy, though James did tend to draw me out of my shell. That was one of the reasons I liked hanging out with him. I glanced over at the fountain while laughing at a joke that James had just finished telling. I wasn't completely sure how we had gotten into the string of jokes, but we were all laughing. Un jour ou j’allais me laver les mains, je sentis quelqu’un me frôler, je me retournais et c’était lui, au lieu d’avoir une mauvaise réaction je lui lançais un petit sourire, il me répondit avec un petit clin d’œil. Les jours passèrent et ce genre de petit contact arrivaient souvent, même si je n’étais pas une grande spécialiste j’avais bien compris que je lui plaisais et qu’il tentait une certaine approche alors je décidais de devenir plus réceptive ce qui était vraiment très dur pour moi mais.