It was the damnedest thing.“There’s this movie I want to see. Maybe next Saturday you can take me to it. Would you like that?” Clearly, most of ...he blood wasn’t in my head, cause I was confused. Seemed like we’d bypassed dating and gone right to sex. Cock-watching. Something.“Sure,” I managed. My cock was hard now—rock hard. I adjusted my jeans and briefs, lowering them a bit, freeing my balls.“Oh, what big balls you have." I thougth of Little Red Riding Hood then, and laughed. "I bet they have. I’m next to a farm house I soon see. I’m scared but I knock on the door gently and wait for an answer. I hear foot steps coming closer and closer towards the door. And eventually the door swings open and as it does I fall into the house with exhaustion and fear. A little while later I wake to find a woman sitting by my side and stroking my face gently. As I begin to get my eyes focused I can see this amazingly sensual looking lady in her mid forties with a very tight and short silky robe on.. "A huge storm's come out of nowhere and the trains are down. He's gonna stay with his aunt for the night, luckily she's not too far from where he called. I hope that's not a problem."I wasn't sure how to take the news. On the one hand I was thrilled to be spending a whole night alone in a house with Thomas, on the other I was worried that it could be an extremely awkward evening between the two of us. "That's fine Thomas" I said, smiling. "Do you need any help making dinner?"The evening was. How after I’d gone to prison and Stan was no longer around, that Angela had retired back into her shell somewhat. There was something else there that she wasn’t quite telling me, but I didn’t push it, and let her get on with the story. After a few years she’d taken up with a new chap Mike, who had pots of money and had started to give her the life she had always dreamed of. The like of which apparently not even Stan, never mind me or poor Alf before me could have provided. But the dream was.