P pp paul. Ho.. how are you? I was just l.. looking for Mrs P?” I eventually got the sentence out.“Mrs P, hey? I bet you are young man” he said ...n a very overpowering tone. “shit” I thought again, he does hate me, how am I going to look him in the eye again. I was about to make an attempt at a grovelly response when he spoke again“only joking lad” he laughed “ I owe you a huge favour, I couldn’t bear a week over there with no clothes” he went on, “I am relying on you to look after my wife young. She began to fondle my cock. I let out a moan. ‘Oh god Jen, I want you so bad’‘I need you Ben. I wanted you for so long!’We both stopped as we heard the front door open. Without a word, Jen grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom. I closed the door behind me, and as I turned around, I was driven back into the door. Jen charged at me, her lips mashing with mine. I could feel her tongue exploring my mouth. The passion started to get too much for me, and I ripped her shirt off of her, and. I was really enjoying myself now as I used an assortment of her underwear to wank into as I sat reading my ‘younger / older stories in my magazines. Then one day things changed dramatically!!!I was off school for half term and was in the house alone, when an envelope addressed to me popped through the letter box. No stamp and the fact that it was too late for the postman meant that it had been hand delivered. Inside was a note that read. “Mike call this number. I know what you’ve been up to.”. After a brief introduction when I think I caught his name as Winston (it would have to be, I suppose) and his friend a very plain Joe, they started to make small talk about how much they loved this beach with all the beautiful white women. Kate was lying quite demurely with her hand just covering her sex and the guys continued their light conversation about how long had we been together etc.I felt my cock start to rise and attempted to cover it but the more I did, the harder it got. The.