I have a good friend of mine who comes over regularly to chill out, play video games and get drunk, the night's usually end with us giving each other ...low jobs or me bouncing up and down on his cock, I love being fucked by him.I wasn't expecting my Mum to come over until later that evening, she has a key to my flat and I told her to let herself in. My friend came round on his way home from work so thought I could fit in a quick sex session with him and still have a few hours to kill waiting for. We don’t have to be superstars, just provide people with compassion and a measure of serenity.” “I’ll work myself up to it sometime,” he promised. “Not soon, though. Stage shy, really.” She eyed him speculatively, but didn’t say anything to that. He wondered what she was thinking about that, if she was considering the fact that when he’d been with Andrea, he’d always been at a kind of center stage in any social situation, something he’d never been comfortable with. That was where he’d met Fiona. " I confess; I rarely worry about food. At home I eat Signora Rossi's excellent cooking, whatever she sets before me or prepares for me to reheat. Outside, I choose something from a menu, or in the office sometimes Stacey orders for me. I would have just heated the lasagne and had it on its own, but I suppose the broccoli was better for me. For us. The good Signora had set out a Montepulciano d'Abruzzo that slipped down our throats very easily. Jen became a little giggly.We ate – and drank –. ‘Hey Todd. Everything OK?’ ‘So far,’ he replied. ‘But, we need to talk.’ ‘Well that’s almost never a good way to start a conversation,’ Hollie answered. ‘I assume its about the stuff from last night, and I understand why you may have not wanted to go into it with so many witnesses.’ ‘Well, some of its about that. The rest is about me and you…and Liz.’ ‘You want to have a threesome? She must be taking things very well,’ Hollie giggled. ‘NO! I mean, not that that wouldn’t be amazing…er..I mean,.