I thought you were Mel.”
“I might buy that argument if it wasn’t for one little thing. It was after midnight. I know. “Don’t make a sound.” I took him by the hand and led him downstairs. “Thank you. “It’s me, Mel,” I lied. After I caught my breath I whispered again, “Tell me Brad, what would you do next, tell me now.”
“I would do the one thing we cannot do. He pulled me down onto him, burying his hard cock deep inside of me with one stroke. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. That promise.”
“You’re not going to hold me to that. “Now go patch up your marriage. That’s not the problem. I managed to get him hard again with some mouth work and we fucked a lot longer the second time. Yes or no.”
“You know I hate you for this Alice,” Brad spit out.
