.. was this all pre arranged??" she asked "are you ...swingers or something?"I giggled "No, it wasn't pre arranged, I genuinely tracked him via his ph...ne, and found him here, with you. I had no idea who you were, that you existed, even. I kind of thought he was seeing someone, but no, I had no idea who or where or when"She looked a little relieved. "Shall we?"I indicated we rejoin Nick in the lounge where he was sitting, in his pants with an erection.We walked in together, he looked at me and. Below him, his mother lay, unmoving, allowing his dick to leak like a facet on her beautiful face. “You--,” she muttered weakly. “You come so much.” Idly, James had begun smearing his cum on her with his still leaking cock. “Is that a bad thing,” he asked smartly. She let out a purr-like groan and grinned up at him. “No, master,” she said affectionately. “It’s absolutely wonderful. It means there’s more. ” There was a long pause and she said, “I think he might be secretly gay. I think he likes boys but he keeps me around to let people think that he is straight. Every time that he fucked me I had to keep him out of my asshole too.”I thought about what she had just said and realized that she might be right. I had had my own suspicions over the years but I had never voiced them out loud. Finally I said, “You might be right.”She reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. "Thanks. You play?" Used to. No time. Bad elbow... you know." I want to play as much as I can right now, before I sell my soul to the devil. If you ever want to play..."She smiled and left with her friend without any introductions.I contrasted the tomboy-like girl who'd followed me around for six weeks with the very feminine, good-looking woman walking away from me. Instant lust and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.Now she was coming over to visit me. What would she look like, I.