"Yes! Ohhh, yessss!" Anna walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching over and running her right forefinger slowly up and down her son...'s steaming prick. He groaned and closed his eyes, hunching up his thighs as Anna moved her hand down and cupped her fingers around his heavy, hairy fuck-sac."OOOOoooooh, fuck! Shit! I want you! I want to jam my goddamned prick into your snatch!" Greg opened his eyes and reached over with his right hand, running the tips of his fingers slightly. There is a place he knows in the club that’s out of the way enough and private. He wanted to know if I thought that would be okay. “Yes.” We go to the spot he knows. There is a scaffold hidden by a tarp. We climb up the steps to a platform. As he suggested no one can see us. Only someone who knew it was there would even know to find it. We kissed, hot and passionately, each groping at the other. It is the only thing that makes it feel the slightest bit romantic. Hands between us I work. God forbid I interrupt that. By the time Tim and Wolf came down, I had opened a couple of bottles and set out glasses. I figured they could fetch and carry for the group outside.I’d picked up pizzas and bag salad for dinner. Everyone had a good time settling in. Wolf and Sarah spent some time taking a walk around the neighborhood to talk. I could tell from Wolf’s body language that there were still problems in paradise.I just put it down to teenage romances and how they ran hot and cold. What. My hard-on was evident.We quickly got to her house, a trendy colonial in an upscale LA suburb. I don’t know what her husband does for a living but he obviously does very well. She led me by the hand to the front door and into the foyer. I was ready to strip her down and fuck her right there.You can imagine my shock and surprise when I saw a man sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book and nursing a drink.“Hello Ronnie, I’m Michael. Nice to meet you. Anne showed me the picture of.