Driving into the village, it was like a ghost town. Then again it was Sunday morning. Everyone was probably still sleeping. I wasn’t going to hide i...n the shadows. I wanted people to see me, to put the word out, to say, “Michael is back”.Rolling into the village centre, where the coffee shops are situated. On the left was the communist coffee shop, the Progressive Party of Working People. Opposite the conservative, the democratic party, coffee shop. Like it was seven years ago, nothing had. The two of you had held hands? You’d forgotten all about that until now. Ayu notices you blushing. ‘Hehe. Is my bare skin turning you on?’ You shake your head and she pouts. ‘You saying I don’t have nice legs?’ She runs her fingers along the scar. ‘I guess the scar is pretty gross.’ She looks up at you from beneath those dark lashes and you detect something in her eyes, a look of sudden vulnerability in direct contrast to that arrogant grin. Maybe she really is self-conscious about it. You. Her phone received a text and she looked at it. It was from the lesbian couple. They were trying to set up a date. Joi looked at Omari."This is the lesbian couple. They want to see you tomorrow evening." Joi said.Omari began to shake his head no but Joi continued. "No baby let's do this one last one. We promised. Trust me, I'm good. I promise I am. I won't get mad at you. Let's get this two grand and we'll be done."Omari sighed and gave her a look that said he didn't know about this. "Baby, I'm. I was so close to cumming at this point, I slowed down to make it last just a bit longer and I heard my moms door open. I stopped wanking and peeked round the door into my moms room and there she was standing in the doorway again, bent over drying her hair. I nearly came right there and then but I managed to hold it. I stared at her long legs, firm bottom and little pussy and imagined what it would genuinely feel like to drive my cock deep into her warm wet pussy. It looked so inviting. I.