But, again, those moments were few, and born of our own guilt and shame for what we did to you. We’re at a place now, after all you did, David, wher...e we need you to forgive us. I especially beg your forgiveness, Mister. And, I am not kidding, and that’s real as hell. Okay!”“Look, Stacey, I know you feel guilty about the break up. I know you like me, maybe even a lot. My brother? I guess the same kinds of things might be true of him. But, when you dumped me like you did...” I started. I could. The man beside her, her husband I found out later was about 5’10, 50 years or so and skinny. He looked nervous as hell drinking his pint of beer. I walked up and introduced myself to them both, she gave me a big smile but he just shook my hand and said nothing. After two drinks me and Amelia where getting on fine, she had moved closer to me brushing her knees against me and flirting like mad. We were ignoring the husband completely and he didn’t seem to want to join in the conversation anyway.. It's part of the life. When I stayed at Tom's house we would smoke and drink into the wee hours, watching porn from his vast collection, eating pizza, and flirting (both of us) with his firecracker of a wife.I stayed in their little guest room right next to the master bedroom and, after 'retiring' for the evening, Tom and Paula would sometimes have sex, fucking like animals just feet away from me, often describing in very sexy terms (through the thin walls) who was doing what to who, who was. . and yet so scared. Maybe she'd let me touch her ... fuck her ... Oh god!!!The male in me was winning out and the boy was going into hiding. With shaking fingers I opened the belt holding up my pants, opened the button and zipper, and then pushed my jeans down off my legs, along with my shorts. As they lay at my ankles, I stepped out of them and stood naked from the waist down.Felicia continued to masturbate with that thing, while at the same time her eyes riveted to my swollen pecker. When my.