" I looked down at the floor. I couldn't look at Alex.Alex straightened, "Yeah. It doesn't mean anything Mindy. I mean, that we kissed."I stared at hi.... How could he say it didn't mean anything? It meant everything, to me. Then I saw his face, pleading, and I knew he was trying to make me feel good. He was worried that I felt badly about our kissing. He didn't understand and I didn't have the words to explain it then. I agreed for lack of anything better, "Yeah." It was just practice," he. In his own words his asshole was aching for my cock, which made me instantly hard.But wanting to fulfil a fantasy of I'd always had, and because I could tell he was a sub and so horny for cock he'd do just about anything, I demanded that I wanted anon sex. I demanded that I would walk straight into his house, and would find him on all fours with his ass exposed for my use.I was relieved when he said he would love it, and immediately got in my car and headed to his house, with my cock drooling. We ate, drank and played games all day long and by the time it was ready for all to go home Debbie was pretty well smashed. Plus I had seen our son steal a few beers himself. He tried to act normal but it wasn't hard for me to tell he was a bit drunk also. Once home I left the cooler full of beer on the kitchen floor. I fixed my wife and myself one more cocktail and sat down at the table. Jimmy was in his room. I told her how much fun I had and how I knew my buddies had a good time looking at. English didn’t have them, he was quite sure of that. It had not occurred to him, a native speaker, that English was in fact filled with irregular verbs. In comparison with their French equivalents English verbs followed patterns that were extremely difficult to predict and to learn.He watched her lips move as she pronounced the verbs and conjugated them and found his own lips moving at the same time. When it was his turn to run through the verbs he found it almost impossible, not because he was.