He had boots, but one was torn at the front and his toe stuck through. This man had been living rough a while, it broke my heart.We got to the car, it... embarrassed me this time. As before I have gloated and I have shown off in this car. Why not a young 20 year old man doing well for himself. But now it just served a purpose, to me anyway, the contrast between me and him.I owned a flat, 20 minutes from town. Well normally 20 minutes, the flooding and everyone else fighting to get home caused. It could come off at any time. So I told her I will change and get a beer for me so that we can have a chat comfortably. Beer was near herSo she took one and said she is well comfort. I can continue my story while handing me the beer. I was hard and unable to stay in that position. I adjusted myself and resumed my story. After telling her my stories I told her to see all these are common nowadays and need not worry about it.I asked her to move on. She was a little relaxed. Her ‘nasha’ was. "Oh damn," she sighed getting off my lap, "just when things were getting interesting too. I'm sorry love, I've got to run, there's a medical emergency and I'm on call."I tried to smile at her, but my heart wasn't in it, watching her cross the room to say goodbye to my mother I tried to look on the positive side, at least I'd had my first real kiss and had got to touch a woman's boob, even if it was over clothes. This did nothing to ease the way I was feeling though, my whole evening seemed to. I love you." Then she slumped down on him as if in exhaustion.As I silently closed the door I heard my son say, "Okay baby, now it's my turn, roll over and lets see how long I can last."The fear came back to me again, over powering my lust. He hadn't cum in her yet, but he was going to. And I had seen them fucking and knew he wasn't wearing a rubber. Damn, what could I do?I knocked on the door. Then I opened it and walked into the room. Both Brad and Jennifer were struggling to cover themselves.