The same school as Rachel, who was a year ahead of him. After dinner, when both kids were asleep and Weena and I each had a glass of wine, I found out...about Patrick's problem.Apparently, he had been fighting in the school yard.Actually, he had knocked down an eight-year-old and was sitting on his chest when a teacher 'removed' him. "Is there more to the story?"Weena had a gleam in her eye. "Is there? Is there! It seems that the bigger boy was baiting Rachel, calling her 'yellow slant-eye' and. Then suddenly I saw my friend with her husband and 2 more couples. She saw me but was ignoring me. I just started drinking beer. Richi started rubbing my thigh. I was removing his hand. He said its ok everyone is busy. There where couples kissing and feeling each other. As my friend was there I was hesitant. Then I and Richi started dancing and he was pulling me and dancing. While dancing I felt fingers pressing my ass. Then we went back to the sofa. Richi gave me a kiss and went to bring beer.. "See, you shouldn't have made that bet." "You wrote that." She nodded, unsure if he was asking or not. His eyes were fixed on her and it was an effort to keep moving. As she tried to take a hopping step towards the couch, she stumbled and Brody caught her. "Sorry," she said, then cleared her throat. Why am I so nervous? "I seem to do that a lot." "Ryan, that was . . . that was amazing." Brody grinned and she relaxed. "I mean, I listen to music. I know people write notes and lyrics, but I've. After a brief rest Ken laid me on top of his body, hugged me to him, and urged to rub my erection over his saliva covered flaccid cock. He gripped the cheeks of my arse with his hands as I slithered back and forth over him. It felt good and I craved release in response to his encouragement. I spurted my load over his cock and balls. We both loved it as the stickiness bubbled over him.On Tuesday morning, as our suntan session in the yard was drawing to a close, Ken took me one step further along.