The pool walls were crumbling on their own and the three guys were only big between their legs. They were all out of shape and d***k, and since they c...ame at me one at a time. Together they might have had a chance. They were too busy fucking and drinking to think clearly. As for the law, I had done nothing wrong, why shouldn’t it be behind me.’ ‘Just like in high school, Monica picked on someone she perceived as weak. I could have cared less about my penis being smaller than those guys. I wasn’t. It was a great feeling and soon enough I was hard again and pumping in and out of her mouth. As I looked down grabbing the side of her head she was staring up at me with a look of happiness. I could feel I was about to explode so I pushed her head all the way down my shaft so her nose was touched my skin. I let an animalistic growl as I exploded in her mouth feeling the back of her throat with my tip. She did not gag or cough but swallowed all I released. I did not order her to stop. The person I met was completely different.’ ‘In a good way or a bad way?’ Rich asked. ‘I can’t say for sure. The woman who showed up was nearly my age, but definitely not a financial planner. She’s an IT geek with a Comp-Sci degree.’ ‘Well, at least she’s educated. That’s better than bimbo Sharon. Is she attractive?’ ‘Yes and no.’ Aaron cocked his head. ‘Mostly yes, but she was dressed so provocatively, it was hard to tell.’ ‘More provocative than that stripper of yours?’ ‘Oh, stop it. Sharon. Turns out I had chosen well. Araminta greeted me at the heavy door of the stately home in a flowing jade skirt and stripy camisole, a delicate cream cardigan to finish, hair piled up and pinned except for a few stray twists that framed her symmetrical features. She leaned in and gave me the French double-cheek kiss, at which I flushed, despite knowing it was a mere formality."Love that dress, Lisa! Who is it? Stella McCartney? Victoria Beckham?" Uhhh," I racked my brain. "Top Shop."She paused.