I arranged to meet him somedistance from the pub 30 minutes later.I kept my promise and found myself meeting a stranger at 11.30pm inLondon in Camden.... We walked to his place he said his name was John.We reached his house and we entered. It was a Victorian property. Verynicely decorated, with fine furniture and paintings and deep redcarpets. He ushered me to the living room and we sat and talked for awhile. I revealed the things that turned me on and realised by hisreaction they also turned. He was left gasping for breath, in pain, and sprawled out on the ground.He would have complained except he could hear the bullets hitting the car. Someone was shooting at him. Martin looked up and knew that he was about to die.The skinhead popped up from beside the building. He fired off a half dozen shots. A second later there was the sound of a car crash. The skinhead came charging out while firing his pistol at the occupants of the car. He leaped over Martin and onto the trunk of a sedan. Straining under her weight, he finally made it to his room. Staggering inside, he quickly stumbled over to his bed and delicately deposited his mother down onto it. Sensing her son’s immediate need, Mala quickly spread her long, bronzed legs apart and reaching down to her womanhood spread herself open for him. “Oh, God, Mother,” Atul gasped, crawling up between her outstretched legs, “I love you so much.” “I love you too, my son,” she cooed, reaching up and guiding his jutting hardness down. This was the chance we were looking for but wanting to be careful, we didn’t try anything too serious that night just some fun suggestive talk. Lisa and I talked later about what Dave had told me and we began to think that sometime soon we may be able to make something happen and as we had sex that night, she and I agreed again that we would both like to have him join us in a threesome. A couple of days later Dave joined us again for dinner and afterward he and I started talking about Lisa and.