"What the FUCK, Pete?" I yelled at him."Oh god I'm so sorry. My computer boot-drive died and I needed to do some work emails. I borrowed yours. I thou...ht you wouldn't mind."Pete scrambled to pull up his jeans and cover himself up.I walked over and folded the lid of the laptop, silencing my voice as it begged for a cock to suck. "I wouldn't have minded if you'd just done that." I told him.And then a thought struck me."Hey, you took your computer for repair last month. I remember you mentioning. 'I just want you to do it to me again.''No worries,' he said brightly. 'You just turn up here tomorrow and I'll suck you off all day. Deal?''Deal,' I replied, as the door closed behind us.I sat on the toilet and helped the man's cock grow fully erect again.'That's it, boy,' he said. 'Keep stroking old Jigga. He likes white boys making him stiff; and he can be a real mouthful when he's stiff.''Jigga?' I queried.'Yep, I'm Jerome; he's Jigga. And you two are?''I'm Kevin and, er, er.''Let's call. Me: I think I know the lady that you are watching for this long time.Ranjan: You do? Can you tell me?I wanted to end this conversation real quick. So I hit the point directly.Me: There are only 3 women in the village who has the best assets to attract people of any age.Ranjan: So tell me the person that you think it is.Me: One is my mom….Ranjan: Hey what are you talking about. She is like my mom too.Me: I know you cannot even get a peek at her. The other 2 are your mom and sister.To this he got. Then we walked over to the football field. “This sure brings back some good memories,” Becca said, as we looked at the football field, the stands, and anything else that we remembered fondly during our time at Rasington University. “Same,” I remarked. “So... why have we come out here?” “Really?” Becca replied. “Coming back to the place where we technically first met? Where you were first aroused by me? Those things didn't clue you in?” “You know that I'm awful at guessing games, Becca,” I.