Guy was a carbon copy of Mike in that respect. No young man I’d ever been out with was so polite and considerate. They sat us both, ordered for us (...fter checking what we wanted of course), tasted the wine. It was so posh. All through dinner we talked, about me, about Lena, about Mike and about Guy. He told us about dancing, how Mike had suggested he might enjoy it. I suspect it was to get him talking to women. As it happened he did enjoy it and is quite a good dancer. Throughout the meal. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I thought, silently crying. The bruise on my eye was killing me, but the embarrassment hurt a thousand times more.There was a knock at the door. "Ugh!" I groaned. "Who is it?" Jordan." I sat up, staring at the door with fear. "Can I...um...can I come in?" No!" I angrily replied, standing up and walking to the door. "Who let you in?" I demanded, opening the door."Your mom," he answered."You followed me?!" I shrieked, closing the door after he walked in."Yeah," he said. "I. She pinked up again. "Yes," she said softly."I'm told they do," he said. "I've never seen it." Why would you?" she asked. "It's done in private." Actually, I've seen it in porn videos, but not in real life," he said, correcting himself."Oh," she said. "Porn is why satellite dishes were banned at the pole." Some high muckety muck up there think porn is perverted?" No. The work wasn't getting done. And the birth rate spiked. We have limited resources, and limited job openings. We have full. I led the way, choosing to go in the same direction I had walked the day before. We walked for a good hour before deciding to sit down and eat lunch. It was hot so I suggested we sit under one of the big trees for shade. This is beautiful. I said. Nice landscape, nice cool shade. I knew my two sons Matt and Chuck previously had hard core sex with their mother, my wife after the soccer game. It had started with a number of accidents and ended up with Chucks seven inch cock in my wife, his.