Cool Blogger: PLEASE BANG MY WIFE don't you come downstairs and have a coffee with me Joey?" she asked. "I won't take no for an answer."
What I really wanted to do was take her into her bedroom and fuck her. I also knew that I really couldn't do that, so the thought of going home and jerking-off as I dreamt about Mrs. Blair was my second choice. However, the polite thing to do would be to accept her offer and jerk-off later.
"Sure Mrs. Blair," I said. "I'd rather if you gave me a soda if you don't mind."
"No problem Joey," she said happily. "I'd give anything to you."
"What the hell did she mean by that?" I wondered.
Mrs. Blair put her arm around my waist as we descended the stairs. I thought that she was holding me tighter than she needed to, but I convinced myself that it was my imagination. As we made our way to the kitchen, Mrs. Blair began to thank me for being Billy's friend.
"I'm so glad that Billy grew up with you Joey," she said, giving me a strong squeeze. "I always knew that he would have a friend for life."
"Believe Mrs. Blair," I replied. "It was easy being his friend, and with parents like you and Mr. Blair, how couldn't I want to keep coming over here."
"You're so sweet Joey," she said, and she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.
