“Hey mom, it looks like you have an audience. I guess these good people like what they see,” I said with a sly smile as I winked at her. She looke... around and saw some horrified expressions from the prudish housewives as they looked at her.“We should give them a show. Maybe they can learn a few things. I recognize a few of these ladies, and I’m sure they recognize me too, since they probably suspect I’m fucking their husbands. And some of their sons, if I’m right. Pull out your cock, I’ll show. Why not? All four of us are friends. But two hours later at nine pm? I rang their house. There was no reply. I rang Jack’s mobile. Nothing. Rita’s mobile? No response. I rang Frank who was just leaving his office to collect his car to drive home. He too had tried to ring Rita to say he was on his way and had got no response on their landline or her mobile. Neither of us thought there was anything wrong even if we were slightly annoyed that they hadn’t told us there would be a delay. A quarter. Her part-time job had unpredictable hours of work, and he often got home from school to find a note on the door, sending him to a neighbour’s house until she got home. That meant he MIGHT get something to eat from the neighbour, but often not, for the whole neighbourhood was a district of poverty. Getting a sandwich of cheap white bread, margarine, and home-made jam made from garden rhubarb was often all the food he was offered there.Going to school without any breakfast was normal, and he was. I was actually pissed at her for puting me in this position. She was the one that started the online conversation. She should have been the one to tell Tom that it was only her that was the one planning on cheating. And now I had to deal with either getting fucked in the ass or having my wife find out that I wanna "fuck" Carrie and that I"m a closet fag. Some great choices there for sure.I was left with no good choice. I just asked Tom where he wanted to do it. Since the k**s were.
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