I had imagined that I could drink more than four beers without getting drunk, for instance. Something I'd never once accomplished in my life. I imagin...ed that a stolen credit card was no big deal. The credit companies require a signature. I imagined that my girlfriend was only "talking" with my best friend in his motel room while I was alone watching re-runs of Lucy and wondering when I'd see her again. Surely, I was imagining this gorgeous woman with the soft Georgia accent smiling and winking. I should have realized it. He was a growing boy. Of course, he would do that. It just never crossed my mind that he could do that.Now I stared at him. At his hand pumping up and down his cock. His thick, long cock. My jaw dropped at how hung Ian was. He dwarfed his father. My cheeks burned. I shouldn't be watching him, but...I was in awe at his girth. His length.This wicked, taboo heat burst to life in my cunt. I should look away. I shouldn't be watching this at all. It was wrong. I needed to. And was staying in a motel where i went to visit him and as the friend i knew he would be he stayed up all night and listened to me boohoo however something began to change.. when he touched me my pussy would began to throb.. I payed it no mind thinking this is muy friend. By the end of the night he was asking me to give him a boob shot come on he said just one look at those sexy tits no i replied this went on for several night when we would hang out.. All the time i was saying no my pussy was. "He's still at the office but he should be home within the hour. He waslooking forward to seeing you both. Before he left for work this morningI told him about Pat helping out and he naturally assumed Pat wouldassume a butler's role. I almost spilled the beans but I decided it wouldbe more fun not to correct his false impression so he'll be in for alittle surprise when he comes home later and sees our cute little maid. Ican't wait to see her in her uniform."My stomach sank at the mention of.