What the hell is going on?”“I’ve been...” The words got trapped in my throat. I swallowed and tried again. “I’ve been seeing Patrick. It�...s been going on for two weeks or so. I didn’t know how to tell her, and she found out before I could.” My voice was flat, devoid of feeling.“Jesus,” Mom whispered. “I thought you hated him.”“Me, too.”“Chloe is so upset.” Mom made a sound of disapproval. “Did you have to go after her ex-husband?” My father said something in the background that was thankfully. I laughed and said that every day I heard the same thing just with a different name. A few of the other mothers came over and joined our conversation; we talked about several different topics. They were surprised to find out that I knew my way around the kitchen and garden, a few of them were taking notes on what I was saying. Mandy asked me if I wanted a drink I said sure my throat was kind of dry from all of the talking. She brought me back a shot of Jim Bean mixture in a cup, the next few. I could do that. Yes, you could do that.And like a Nazi, I did a two-step 180 degree turn back in the direction of Wuxtry. I planted myself on the sidewalk outside with my back against the building and my legs folded against my chest. And I waited.After ten minutes or so Hamilton came trotting out, noticed me on the ground and stood there, his legs apart and his hands on his hips. "What the livin hell is the matter with you?"I looked up at his hulking shape. It was a lot cooler in the shade he. His is so pretty when he just can’t hold back. His skin is dripping with preorgasmic sweat. We can even see it forming as he calls on the last of his endurance, wringing it from himself with great effort. He’s going to need some water…As we jerk him onto our faces and into our mouths, we look at him with delight, and with great affection. The sticky ropes of cum turn into a thinner spray, but he is still going. We are getting doused today. After another few strokes, the spray of drops fades to.