Anthony told him not to call him Mr. Mansard. Luigi found Anthony easy to talk to and he made him laugh. Luigi was a happy youth who laughed a lot. Af...er the nine months Anthony had lived with them, Luigi was comfortable being with him and liked the way Anthony didn’t talk down to him. He didn’t think about the age difference. He only saw Anthony as someone more experienced and wiser. And the fact they were about the same size made Anthony more of an equal.Anthony was aware that Luigi and he. "Yes Stu, I'm wearing panties, but not pantyhose. I'm wearing a garterbelt and stockings," I said."Holy shit, you are, really. What color are your panties?" he said."That's none of your business Stu. You can't ask a girl a question likethat," I said in a huff. "Why not?" he asked."It's just not right you idiot, man show some class with ya?" I said."Hey, watch it. Don't talk to me that way, I don't like it," Stu saidwith a frown on his face."Stephanie, I think you owe Stu an apology," Carl. Pushing it down firmly he saidjust lay back on the sofa and I'll put some micropore tape on to hold it inplace, otherwise you'll need to hold it with your hand.I laid back and shut my eyes, my head still hurt and I hoped it workedfast. I felt him stick the pad down and quite quickly found the pain fadingaway. "Tell me when it's gone," he said, "I need to take it off as soon asyour head is numb otherwise it keeps administering more numbing agent."About 3 minutes later I told him it was fine now. ”I watched as Nan’s throat began to flex and I knew he was dumping his load in my wife’s mouth, he released his grip and pulled his cock back so the head was sitting in her mouth and I heard her gag a little and watch as she continued to swallow. He must have finished and he pulled his cock free of her mouth, strings of his cum still connecting her lips and his cock. He grabbed his cock and slapped her in the face with it, and asked, “Did you like the taste of my sperm Nan?”She looked up at him.