I would have no say either in wherever you wanted to sleep with him.” “And if I wanted him to stay the night with me?” Larry could feel his ow...n wetness on his thighs. His precum was leaking profusely between her fingers. “It would be very humiliating for you, me bringing another man home to spend the night with me,” she told him. “Especially if it’s someone you know.” “I know,” Larry sighed. Ginny said nothing as she lay next to him, gently running her fingers up and down his shaft. “I. Very short hair, athletic, big arms, a severe look on his face. An All-American twenty-five years old asshole. But the rest was not appealing.Anyway, since I knew him, I was sure he hated me. I was clearly the kind of guy he would have bullied in high school. I was short, skinny, not so much effeminate but maybe it was possible to see I was gay, I wasn't sure. After a moment, he came back with two beers, gave me one and sat on the sofa, next to me, at a reasonably safe distance. Jeez, I'm not. They were as close to a cop as you could get and still be legal. All security badges looked liked that until you read them. I did not want that kind of ID case but I was out numbered 5 to 1 when we discussed carry credentials when the security person was not in a uniform.I opened the credentials and placed them flat on the door glass and pounded on it with my hand. The result was hilarious. The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the. I went around to the back door, which I knew would be unlocked, and marched into the kitchen. And there she was, chopping carrots.“Ooh, make yourself at home, won’t you?” she said, frantically trying to get the tone right, to balance ‘Get out of my fucking house’ with an unmistakable ‘Nice to see you.’“Sorry,” I said, crumbling immediately in the presence of this immensely attractive, all-powerful mother figure.“Ben, you look terrible,” she said. “Come and lie down.”She took me into the spare.