She laid down on her side. He laid behind her, his hand cupping her breast.She looked up at the clock on the night table.“You’d better go,” she ...aid.“What?”“You’d better go. My husband will be back soon.”“Your husband?”“Yeah, we’re just in town for two days. He had a business dinner.”Harry sat up.“You’re married?”“Yes. That’s why I have a husband. It might be better if you weren’t here when he gets back.”“I want to spend the night with you,” he said. “I know. And then we’d spend the morning. I was an apt pupil and picked the game up quickly. Although my bidding was a bit quirky, I discovered I had a natural aptitude for playing the hand and enjoyed pulling off a tough bid with a nifty finesse.One of the moms, Etta, was very complimentary of my play and frequently encouraged her husband to let me sit in for him--often sending him off to refresh her drink so she could play with me. Etta was quite a good player herself, was patient with my bidding mistakes and always had a tip or. ” I sit up and pout for a moment, before the wicked grin lights up my face again. You look at me confused, and I take advantage of your tired daze to get on my knees in front of you, stroking your cock, before you can object. Leaning in I kiss the very tip and lick away the drop of pre-cum that has formed there. Groaning you tangle your hands in my hair, trying to pull my head down farther on your cock. I smile and take just the head in my mouth, probing the hole at the very tip with the tip. When it came bedtime, she told me to be sure to give her a kiss before I went to bed. That was a complete surprise to me. I did go to her room. She was in bed. She opened the bed sheets and told me to lay down by her as she wanted to have a talk with me. I knew then what she had on her mind. She started off by saying, “What you were doing this morning is a natural thing for all boys to do, so do not think you are alone.” She told me that girls and boys all over the world are doing the same.