Attenborough asked. I told her about Mike through my tears.“I thought it might be boy trouble,” she said. “What is it you want?”“Erm. I…�... I wanted him to want to have sex with me again.“You want him to fuck you, is that it?”“I… erm.” I looked at Mrs. Attenborough with wide eyes. That was exactly what I wanted.“I might be old and crusty, my dear. But I know a thing or two about boys. Let me borrow your phone. I’ll send him something that will have him begging.”“Begging? Begging for. " To hell with the game. I don't want any distractions until we get this squared away. First of all, what's your problem?" My problem? Not our problem?" No Gary, your problem. State it, I want to hear just what it is." You walk away from me at a party, go into Jake's bedroom and hours later you send him out to tell me to go home and that you will be along later and you don't think WE have a problem? The problem is supposed to be just mine?" Well it certainly isn't mine. I'm not the one who. I went down on my knees without him even asking and he presented his cock for me to suck rock hard...He laid down next to her and began to fuck her....as I sat and watched....Suddenly the doorbell rang....!!!!! Fuck! I wonder if it was a neighbor and they saw us walking down the street or something...I got dressed and ran down stairs..I peered through the peep hole and there was nobody there...humm..so I opened the door and walked out to see around the garage if someone was walking away...When. She asked if he had told me her fantasies about young black men. I told her no but I would love to help her fulfill them as I took her hand and placed it on my cock, then took her in my arms and kissed her. By the time Jim had returned with the drinks. I was in between her legs slipping her panties off and she was unfastening my belt and sliding my pants down. I saw her eyes get big as my cock popped out and she slid my pants and underwear down and I stepped out of them. I heard Jim asking in.