"I'm in a hurry!" But I was shaking visibly and he knew it.And then he showed me the photo. Mark and me in an intimite embrace. My favorite picture!"Y...u little son of a bitch!" I shouted. "Get your ass out of here!" Unless you want the whole neighborhood to hear you, I think we'd better talk with the door shut," he replied."How... where did you get that picture?" I demanded. But then I knew. He had spent hours in my house on many occasions while Larry and I were out. Hours after the kids were. Only one night. No meeting afterwards.She didn´t explain Peter Pan why she chose him, and being a gentleman, he didn´t ask her. For sure he was very curious. Pete Peterson was happily surprised to see her. She was much prettier than on the photo she had send him after being chosen. He knew she was good looking, as she had said so inviting for the contest. The twinkle in his eyes and involuntary smile made her trust him, right from the moment they met in the lobby. She radiated her fresh beauty.. Thankfully, she invited me to her place which was quite convenient and I followed along behind her maintaining contact with her lush hip and generous waist.When we got to her flat, we both tried studiously to ascend the stairs without a lot of racket because she told me, “My landlady doesn’t like me to have male visitors after midnight.”I was certain curious eyes were watching us go up those two flights of stairs but at that point, my demanding cock was in full control and insisted we continue. I thought she wanted to meet me because I was a foreigner and she wanted to practice her English, but as we talked over drinks at the bar, she revealed that she was married and that her husband was very bi curious. Well, we were in a gay bar after all, so she probably assumed that I was gay or bi. They had swung before, but the other couples were not bi in any way, and he had fantasized with her about wanting to play with another man's cock.I asked to see a photo of him, and she excitedly.