I ought to have turned on my heel and walked out, allowing some breathing space for us both before discussing the situation; I must take responsibility for that happening: The thought of Angus whacking off with me in mind was... arousing, as too was the sight of his thick c**k; the clincher though was probably my run-in with Alistair of a few weeks earlier.
I hadn't been the one who instigated that encounter. Well, not intentionally; though I'd concede that I'd accidentally been the one to inflame my elder son in the first instance. But thereafter it had all been Alistair's doing; it was he who'd pinned me across the kitchen table and... and... f****d me! Perhaps I could and should have tried harder to stop Ali, but it wasn't my fault!
There had been no reoccurrence, nor even the suggest
