‘And don’t worry about what you were doing or about the porch. I won’t tell anyone.’He relaxed. ‘Well, I’m glad you feel better.’We were...quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean swell.Then I said, ‘Jem?’‘Mm?’‘Can I see it? I want to watch you do that.’He seemed to start, as if I’d hit him. We were a year apart in age, but he was always looking out for me.‘Now Cassie... ‘‘Please Jem? It looked interesting, what you were doing ... and you seemed to like it. Why stop because I’m here?’Jem still. What will it be?"I began to squirm in the chair, she had me dead to rights, I had nowhereto go and if any of this got on my record, I would be screwed. "Ms.Johnson, I agree to sign the 1 year probation document and will abide byyour orders and directions" I said as my head lowered in shame. Shehanded me the document and I quickly signed it without bothering to readthe fine print. I knew I was screwed either way so it did not matter."Very good Mr. Franken. Now I would like you to go out and see. (Not so private as I insisted the door be left open.) Again, he sucked me briefly before going on his way.I got up and wandered around, back past the gay theater to the she-male room. There were more guys in there, but they weren’t really up to much. I made my way to a decent looking, middle aged guy on a sofa. He was stroking with his pants at his ankles. My kind of guy (neither of my first two contacts had enough going on to pull even a limp cock out of their pants.) I sat next to him in. She had even made our two teens go to bed so they wouldn't hear any unusual noises from our bedroom. She held and fondled my cock much longer than usual. She sucked it and jacked it. I remember thinking it was odd that she left a lamp on low. We always turned the lights out when we had sex. She had been sizing my cock up! The conversation must have been pretty graphic at the clubhouse! Patti rode me to her orgasm and then dismounted and got me off with her hand, watching cum spurt from my cock..