It's too good NOT to," I said. Key says she looks at him differently after that conversation."Just remember that it would KILL your grandma to find ou... that you'd died messing with a white boy," I said.She laughed. "IF he wasn't YOUR white boy, I just might be swayed. We'd have these exotic-looking mocha-colored kids..."It's funny, but my Stoney has that effect on me. And Key brought her oboe. Practice. Make Stoney happy. She and Hutch showed up one evening, bearing gifts. Supper. From a local. I even told her so. I took her to Salt Fork, a beach not too far from us and when she came out in a skimpy two piece suit I swear I got a hard-on. I threw a towel over my lap so she didn’t see but I think it was too late. ‘By the look of things, I guess you like my suit,’ she laughed. ‘You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.’ I might say at this point that when we went to the beach, zoo, etc. that Cheri and Jeff came with us. I guess our parents felt it was. I could feel him throbbing inside me but, as much as I would have loved to, I couldn't actually feel his load squirting against my insides. He must have had a lot though, because he made a few more thrusts before going soft and pulling out of me and it got really wet and slippery! What a horny thrill it was; knowing what had caused that feeling and that I had another guy's cum in my ass!He laid on top of me for a minute with his softening cock still part way inside me and gave me a long wet. As we sat and chatted, it became clear that we enjoyed the same music.“Will you be here tomorrow evening?” he then inquired.“Yeah,” I replied.“Well, then what are your requests for tomorrow?” he asked.“Do you know ‘Blowing in the wind’?” I asked.“Fuck, buddy, I am a Dylan fanatic,” he answered.“Me too,” I replied.“Well, is that all?” he answered challengingly."Okay, why don’t we add a bit of Elton, as well?” I answered.“Which one of his songs?” he inquired.“Rocket Man,” I instantly.