“Yes I do. I want you to fuck the shit out of him tonight. I want to see him fuck you and suck your tits and pull your blond hair and ram your cunt�...�. I said in a pretty naughty way. “OK. Fine. You tell him then” she smirked. “Deal on” I said and turned around and walked in the house leaving her pretty stunned.“Seth man” I said all chipper as I walked into the living room. “I got a request for you” I was smiling from ear to ear but Shannon, who was now behind me, could not see. He tossed me a. “So why do you always avoid me when I come into the café?” He questioned her as they took a seat at an empty table. “Can you keep a secret?” She looked at him with a mocking stern face. “Sure can,” he replied, returning the same look. “Well, you see, I’m attracted to losers…” she trailed off, trying to gauge his reaction before she continued, “I had a feeling you fit that persona, so I kept my distance.” She tried to keep a straight face, but lost it when he started shaking his head and. ..not yet. I'm going to." "Uh huh. That's what I thought. Well, funny thing. I've been discovering that a lot of these guys are very...bi curious. They like me to include fantasy talk involving other men." "Okay...well what does that have to do with me mom? You guys do your dirty bi talk and I'm going to go into my room." She took off her coat, revealing the tight vinyl dress she had on. Her fingers fumbled with a pack of cigarettes as she sat down in the grey chair, placing one between her. I am very shocked, nervous and very aroused all at the same time.I'm just Thinking about is by the pool, my pants down to my ankles, revealing my sheer, black thigh highs and black, sheer thong with a rather large wet spot. You are between my thighs, running your hands up my calves to my thighs, squeezing them as you go, almost massaging them. It's dark, but you can still see my thigh highs enough that you are dripping wet. Your panties are still in my pocket and your nipples are begging to be.