Sleep did not come easy with so many thoughts running through his mind His emotions were in turmoil, love, hate, anger and despair alternately filling...him.Susan also went to bed filled with thoughts and fears for their marriage, and of what had happened. Fear, sadness, sorrow, grief and guilt filled her thoughts. Then anger would intrude, anger that Early couldn't understand her need to thank John for his help.Neither slept well that night and morning found Early up and showered by 6:00. His. After all, it was just a silly fantasy. I told him that I was also worried that my girlfriend would find out. Tom suggested that he would let me try it on his cock and that it would stay our little secret. He would do it as a favour to a good friend, he said. I just started laughing and tried to dismiss it but Tom didn't give up that easily. He told me that he didn't expect a wimp like me to have the courage to live out his sexual fantasies anyway. I protested and insisted that I just haven't. ”“What if I want something else?”“What do you want?”“That ass,” he grinned.“But Day, you’re still a k**.”“Not no more. I’m 18. Remember?”“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna fuck,” I stated.“Why not. I seen you checkin’ me out earlier. My homie seen it too. You licked yo’ lips,” Dayson pointed out.“I what…”“You heard me, Shawn. Let a nigga get in dat big ole booty.”Dayson pulled out his dick. It was soft, but still thick. I could smell the musty stench emanating from his balls. “Go on a git on dis. O’Rourke have been wrong about Mrs. Rooney? Vic wasn’t sure even as she handed him the first basket of laundry to take to the basement. Four baskets of dirty laundry took him all of five minutes to haul to the basement. When he arrived there with the last basket, Mrs. Rooney was waiting for him. She was standing next to a huge pile of laundry she had dumped onto the basement floor. “You can dump that last batch here,” she said while pointing to the pile of dirty clothes. “Sure, Mrs..