That night, Tyler and his parents showed up. I hadn't noticed Tyler's mom before, she was a descent looking white woman in her thirty's, pregnant at t...e time. Tyler's dad was a geeky looking heavy man, maybe late thirtys. He had been a college football player, which I found out through his mentioning of it various times throughout the night. My mom decided not to dress her usual slutty ways for her guests, so she wore a red tank top and tight low rise jeans. It was as descent as mom ever got in. Or that Stanton was another double agent who had landed his plane safely in German-occupied France rather than fly onto Mannheim, his crew arrested as POWs, and somehow had been smuggled back into England with forged papers and made his way back to London?”“No, I didn’t know any of that,” I replied. “If I did, I would doubt that his crew would be allowed to become POWs with that information.”“Yeah, I think you’re probably right, Mr Onslow.”“Did Mullinger or Stanton tell you that and you. Jimmy could feel my cock growing too, because he tightened his lips around my cock and began to bob even faster. I didn't even warn him I was about to come and let loose. I came furiously for what seemed like forever, loading his mouth up with my come. He took as much of my dick in his mouth as he could and held it there while he swallowed. As he swallowed, I kept replacing it until I couldn't cum anymore. Jimmy sucked me until I went soft and then took his mouth off me."How was that? Was that. Miss Midnight?' he replied with confidence in being correct in his presumption.'That's right. So you are definitely available now? My time is short, so have no time to waste.' she continued, her serious tone evident.'Yeah.' he replied cheerfully, 'I am available right this minute, Just need to put my boots on, and then I am out the door, Can be with you within the next 20 to 30 minutes.''Good.' her voice still didn't really reflect that she was happy.'What do you look like?' he asked.