Secondly, she was single and always flirting - even with my wife around. The last thing I wanted was my wife hanging out with somebody that attracts a...bunch of guys.I should take a second to describe each of us. I’m a good looking, confident man. I stand about 5’7” and have a pretty fit body with tan skin, dark hair, and a seven inch cock that I love to use regularly. I am pretty sexually experienced having done threesomes, gangbangs, and a few swinging orgy stuff. One thing I haven’t done is. I've done too much to turn back, I say, and your friends, and the council, and the cops won't let me get away with any of it. I can't go to prison, B, I wasn't built for prison. You grab my knife and push the tip of it, then the rest of the blade into my gut, then push me off the building. I watch you burst into tears and start hugging your knees as I land in the back of some truck. Then, I wake up in a hospital room. Luckily, the nurses didn't know what I am, so when I ask if I had any. ”“But I was going to use your Mom’s.”“Not now. She’ll want to use it herself so she can keep your Mom company.”“Oh.”“Yeah, Genius. Oh, YEAH!”“Your Mom’s not bad. I don’t know why you’re so pissed at her all the time.”“I told you I want to get away from her for a while.”“It’s not her fault your old man left. Anyway, Mom said they’ll probably get back together.”“You don’t know fuck all about it!”“They’ve been friends since high school and...”“Fuck, Lenny!”Scott gritted his teeth and looked. I was reading a magazine and Mom was knitting (I was only allowed a TV in my room as mom rarely watched TV, refusing to have 'those awful shameless programmes with semi nudity and v******e mixed with commercials ' in her living room)."Mom, I've got a bit of a problem," I said."What's that dear?" she said, not looking up at me."Well," I replied rather awkwardly, " It's a little embarrassing." Come on Jacob, speak up," she replied rather sternly this time, and giving me a cursory glance. "Well,.