’ He declared with a little slur. ‘Who? About what?’ I replied, mystified by his statement. ‘Carla of course. About us.’ He’d definitely h...d one too many. ‘What ‘us’? You and me?’ I asked, more confused than before about what he meant. ‘No, me and her. I’ve been asking her out for two years now, but, but it’s always got to be all three of us she says.’ He tipped back his can. ‘I dunno if she don’t trust me, or she don’t wanna upset you, but I can’t get her alone for more than ten minutes.’ Mark. My thoughts soon focused on Beth. Wow, a beautiful woman with a cock. I started fantasying about that 9” cock of hers working my ass. I could just picture her on her hands and knees, spreading her ass cheeks in front of me. Begging me to fuck her. Soon, I was jerking on my rod and cum again. Evening came. Time to go check on Max. I started to realize that Max must be horny 24/7. Five minutes after I arrived. I found myself once again naked on my hands and knees. Ass in the air with Max. I could never be a scholar. I enjoy." You shouldn't cut yourself down so." I'm trying to be honest."Rachel came out, holding the phone. "It's Winnie. Can we go to a reception tomorrow late afternoon at the Gallery? She says we should 'overdress'." Of course. Tell her I'll behave."She laughed and disappeared again."At the Gallery?" Rachel's going to do an internship at the Art Gallery. Winnie's one of the curators." And you?" I'm Rachel's escort. So the paunchy millionaires don't hit on her.". They’d take me back home with them. We’d have a light snack with Sarah at the house, put Tad to bed, and then Peggy would drive me back to my place.Left understood, but unsaid, was that when we got back to my apartment, Peggy would come in for a nightcap.At least.Everything went great. I slept in on Monday, Read the first half of the new John Sandford novel that afternoon, and spruced up the apartment and myself for the brief visit from Peggy and my Number One Fan.Later, when we drove back to.