Early, EARLY morning sex with my wife, we were both all sweaty and i'd got the wet patch.(you'll notice i don't seem at all traumatised by this ladies.)
You know when you get thirsty after a good bonk? Well off i goes, the re-birth of Tarzan the apeman, going off into the wild woods to get the lovely Jane a thirst quenching drink...actually a bottle of diet Coke but you know what i mean....Yes!..and down the stairs i bounce (i am still half asleep!) off one wall then the other and finally with a huge surge fall through the living room door, collapsing in a messy heap on the floor.
I stand.
Brush myself off, shake my head....."You naughty, naughty boy!!". "Jeeesus!!!!" i yell, throwing my hands over my still erect and, sorry but im being honest, creamy erm...knob!(i can't say cock as its innapropriate for the story).
I didn't know i could move that fast, my feet never touched the floor,"SLAM" goes the door!. Up the stairs quick!!!. I dart into the bedroom throw myself onto the bed, yank the covers off a hysterical missus and hide!!!!!.
"Are you ok babe?", she asks.
"NO" i answer meakly.<<hehe.
"You sure?"
"Hmmmmm"
"You never bumped into Graeme why you were down there did you?"
"YES." I'm crying, now with embarrasment, tugging the quilt tightly to me, burying my face in it.....
And......
shit fone brb.
Back!
Graeme is my, Was my 13 y/old stepson. He's 20 now, and doing quite well for himself.. But......... and i think any parent here will agree?.... a 13 y/old stepson is far worse than a 20 y/old one!.
Well thats my story!