It was my own fault, really. Alan was my boy-friend, and it was his youngest sister’s birthday party, and he’d asked me if I’d come and help out... I could hardly say no, since he knew I wasn’t doing anything else that Saturday afternoon, and what are friends for if not to go through hell for you? He’d promised to pay for drinks in the pub that evening once the nightmare was over, and I suppose that had tipped the balance. The promise of free booze: how many times had that got me into. And I've grown fond of them. One of them has grown really fond of me. Adam Adewale. The six-foot-three, lean and muscular young Black man of Jamaican and Nigerian descent. He's really something. A top ranked student at Bay State College. With the body of an athlete and the face of a male model. I was attracted to him but didn't act on it because his mother and I are such good friends. I wouldn't want some horny older woman interested in my son so I refused to get involved with Adam, even though. Nice of you to notice. Of course, I owe it all to Sam. We've been on a diet together for just ages!" You like it? Sam likes my hair longer, so I've been letting it grow." No, not too much. Well, actually yes, it is a bit of bother to take care of, but Sam's worth it." Please, sit down. It's been so long since we've seen each other." Us? We've been busy. I've been working out at the club at least four days a week. Sam likes my new, or maybe I should say, renewed figure. Then. I leasned down to lick at my wife's labia and his cock as it slid slowly in and out of her."Give it to me, Frank! Give it to me!" It's big, Dot. Take it slow," Phyllis said as she turned to look for me. The pleading look on her face as she watched me stroke my cock made the message clear. I knelt on the edge of the bed next to her and she reached for my cock. She rubbed the precum around in her fingers then brought them back to her lips. She opened her mouth and pulled me to her. I brought my.