I just don't know if I should do anything about it. I'm not dumb enough to ignore the fact that I recently had a bad end to a long relationship. That ...probably has me messed up." "You were always messed up," Cam said helpfully. "Thanks." Jake gave him a wry grin, then became serious again. "I mean it, Cam. I'm sure my perspective is skewed. Molly is great, I know that. She's sweet and funny and I'd hate to hurt her." Cam was silent for a moment. "Hurt is always a risk. Maybe you should let. I then laid back and pulled her onto me when she reached down to guide my cock into her pussy as she she squatted over me. She then slid my cock into her which was surprisingly tighter than I would of thought being a 43 year old mother of two. The next couple minutes blurred by as I humped her as she squatted and then she rode me grinding her pussy down onto my cock with her juices getting all over me. It was at that moment that I remembered that we never used a condom and stopped her to ask. When I recovered from the shock from getting dumped out onto the stage, I struggled to my feet and gracefully walked to the other side and behind the curtain. Everyone behind the curtain was laughing hysterically, and Ginger came over to me, wrapped her arms around me with a cheek to cheek hug. Up to that point in my life, I think that hug was the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced! I came so near to turning my face just a little and kissing her, but I was so bashful I simply couldn't do. "Who could that be at this hour on a Friday night?" Ron wondered aloud as he stood and moved towards the door. Ron opened the door and said, "Yes?" Four large black men burst into the house dressed in standard hoodlum attire. One of the black men knocked Ron hard on the head and he fell to the floor on his ass. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" blurted out a dazed Ron. "Shut it cracker. You cooperate and we don't hurt you. We just want the cash and any other valuables," shouted the.