He could stay. Xxx I don’t mean
physically. NO WAY! Max screamed that he couldn’t take it anymore; he was coming. He couldn’t seem to get comfortable. He never knew his biological father. The
night was going well. “Sorry for what?”
“Ruining your night,” he said looking up at me as tears fell from his eyes,
“Getting in the way.” Jesus! His mouth quickly engulfed my cock. I didn’t say
anything to Max. What the hell did she want me to do? No need pretending that I didn’t hate
this situation. Thoughts of Gene Kelly
singing and dancing to “Singing in the Rain” filled my mind. OK, no harm done. Sheryl ran a hand through his drenched locks
of hair. It’s OK. Please.”
Sheryl kissed him. I lay still discerning if what I thought was happening
was indeed happening. The shower stopped. Max slid from under the covers, wrapped
his arms around Sheryl and hugged her.
