I went into the bedroom and lost my boxers, grabbing a small towel. I walked back out with the towel in front of my hard cock, leaving her the option ...o look as I walked by if she really wanted to try. She was once again wrapped up tightly in her huge towel. I layed on my belly and tried to relax as she nervously gave me a frenzied and unskilled massage. When she went down to my legs, she was definitely not as polite or delicate as I was. She was running her hands up as far between my legs as. When at last it was all over and done with, we decided to go into town for a big blow out. It was Saturday night and we were going to drink, dance and relax. Getting ready at my place, we shared make up and did each others hair, we had a few drinks and danced about my bedroom as we chose our outfits. She chose a short white skirt, meaning a very flimsy white g-string underneath, and black halter top. I decided on a slightly longer dark denim skirt, with a deep red strapless top, both of us. I had a criminal record from before we married and faced a long jail term, so I swapped my papers with Alberto. I got five years instead of twenty.”“So when did you get out?” I asked.“Two years ago.”“Two years ago? Why didn’t you come looking for me?”“I’m lookin’ now, ain’t I?” he retorted, “I never knew where you was until your cousin Connie came into my club last week.”“Connie? My Connie?”“Yeah, large as life, came in with a party of girls from where she works. Done up real nice she. We'll be back in two tothree hours, so you have plenty of time to get acquainted," shesmirked at me with a wink. "And Brad, you be nice to my sweet boy,"she said as she closed the door. Brad gulped and just nodded as he continued to stare at me. I wasappalled, however. This was the first time Kelly had ever referred tome as a 'sweet boy' and it sounded so demeaning and humiliatingcoming from her that my guts tightened and I felt the blood drainfrom my face. Yet strangely I felt my cock begin.