At first I had kept my knees up and feet flat on the bed; now, lifting my legs in the air, I felt him reach more deeply into me with his cock. The hig...er I lifted them, the deeper he penetrated and the better it felt. Finally I wrapped my legs around him, and as I did so he shifted once again. I grasped his buttocks and actually pushed him in deeper. Soon he was pumping me like a piston, and with every thrust I felt a little thrill of pleasure. “So this is what it’s like to be fucked,” I. I headed to the ladies room instead of replying.As I was washing my hands, the door opened. It was Peter. He was motioning me to go outside so we could talk. When I didn't move, he went in and locked the door. I was shocked."Why weren't you replying? Are you mad at me?" No." Then what's wrong? I missed you yesterday. I was tempted to drop by your apartment." Please don't," I said. He looked at me, confused and hurt. "Why?" He asked. I kept silent until I mustered the courage to say, "This isn't. " She kissed him on the cheek and mused, "I think I like your real name better than Adam. I mean, Adam is okay, but it's not you. On the other hand, with a name like Errol Lars Hansen, you should be a six-foot-four blond Adonis." Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not growing another four inches and I'm not bleaching my hair."She gave his butt a little squeeze and laughed, "Ooo, you're more than enough for this girl. What say we pick up a bottle of champagne on the way home and drink a toast to. "There was a knock on the door."Jackie, the circus is about to begin." What's going on?" she asked."Stay in the kitchen with Tim. This is why he's here, by the way."Her eyebrows rose, as she said, "To hear a conversation?" Yep."Tim brought Brandon into the living room."Brandon," Jackie said, "I haven't seen you in a while..." Then turning to me, she asked, "John, what's going on?" Go on," I said motioning her away, "and you'll hear soon enough."Then I used a tone of voice that my father had.