I thought it was a screwy arrangement, but it had worked for them. I was really in no mood for a serious discussion of anything that night. I had to c...tch up on things after having been away almost a month and a half.I imagined the two women knew more about my business than I did at that moment. I was in no rush to catch up on the details. I still had Marcy on my mind to be honest. When I stopped in her driveway, I was glad to be off the road. I looked forward to at least a home cooked meal. If. ” I told him quietly. “But that’s no big deal either.” Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me that my son was thinking about me while he masturbated. As a matter of fact, I thought it was kind of flattering, but, understandably, it seemed to bother him that I knew.“Oh my God!” He groaned, from behind his hands. “You’re k**ding me?”“No. And It’s OK Brian.”“It’s not OK. Why didn’t you just leave when you saw what I was doing?” He asked through his fingers, embarrassed to look at me now. He shook his. Alfred, meanwhile, had joined Melissa on the floor. Melissa opened her arms to him and kissed him deeply as Michelle had suggested was ‘only fair.’“I know you want it, so put it in for me,” Alfred said in a commanding voice.When that statement reached Jake’s brain, alarm bells started sounding. He blinked his eyes and looked at the pair on the floor. An image of innocent, manipulated Cindy Sorenson with evil Alfred registered on his consciousness. As Melissa reached for Alfred Tremont’s shaft,. After work I call her and she gives me her address, I arrive at her house later and look at her computer. The woman who's obviously too old for me goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge, hands me a beer, then goes into her bedroom. She returns to the kitchen dressed in a night gown and nothing on her feet. She fixes her self a drink and asked If I wanted one with my beer, I say sure. I tell the woman that her computer seems fine. She thanks me for looking at her computer and invites me to.