I stood there for a few minutes and then I heard the front doorbell ring. I walked over to the door, opened it, and there stood Mrs. Johnson who lived...across the street. I said, ‘Hello Mrs. Johnson. Can I help you?’ She answered softly, ‘I just wanted to come over and say how sorry I am.’ I asked, ‘Sorry about what?’ She looked at me and said, ‘You must not know. I will be right back.’ I had no idea what she was talking about. I watched as she walked across the street and then came back. He was shorter than me which put his mouth right at tit level when he was on top. Even though he was small, his cock was outsize and as big as any of my other lovers. It had the energy and quick readiness of youth and he was a very happy young person, apparently not bedeviled by many of the emotional issues teenagers often are.He knew, like my other men, that I was not exclusive with them but he got more and more curious and I began revealing more and more details. This led to the following. The ladies had been brought up to always be demure and unobtrusive. As my initial surprise began to fade an overwhelming desire to laugh at the baron began to bubble up, but I was not about to do anything that might draw the attention of the baroness upon myself while she was in this mood. The baron on the other hand was becoming red in the face and began spluttering with indignation as he searched for something to say to such an odd turn of events. His daughter, no doubt, was making the. Jackson was a built, athletic man that kept in shape. Gina thought he was pretty good looking and that kind of got her aroused a little bit. ‘Ah, hello Miss Torres. I’m Darien Jackson. Welcome, please sit down.’ Mr. Jackson said. Her blue short skirt and white blouse were stunning and Mr. Jackson liked it. When she sat down he had caught a glimpse of her thong before her legs crossed. Mr. Jackson was getting a little hard. ‘So Miss Torres, tell me about yourself.’ He asked, doing the formal.