"Let's talk more after your sister goes to bed, like we did the other day. I really enjoyed that."He nodded. "Me too."I wrapped the towel around my bo...y, pulling it tight but leaving it low enough for my cleavage to be obvious. It was almost frustrating how carefully he was avoiding a lustful gaze of my body."Why don't you sit with me in bed tonight for a while, and we can talk then," I offered, knowing he would take me up on it."Ok," he agreed, rather sheepishly.I smiled at him, then left the. .go very slow. Oh yea....that's nice." Her hands left her tits and was holding my head in place and within seconds she let out a long low moan."Whew....that was unexpected. Nice cock and you can hear. Rare combination. Thank you. Didn't expect that."I just smiled back and stood up. "I had not expected this either" looking at my cock at full mast, "I must have vodka dick." OK what is vodka dick?" Ready for round 2?"She wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me closer. "I've been. She went to him. He felt her up. She unloaded his bare meat from his pants and then leaned back against the wall so that he could enjoy her. I watched him pumping her, she grunting like a slut. I saw his pendulous balls pulling sharp up, his trousers half down. I saw them grip upwards and the the rhythmic delivering of his load inside her. The fucker…he was just a stranger.Sometimes, I have stared at Brewster. When my wife is sucking his prick. When she is sucking it glistening wet and then. Adjusting to a man who looked older than my father was the last time I saw him. Adjusting to that man acting like a little child sometimes.After going out the doors, we headed toward a bench where some patients were sitting and smoking, as it was against the rules to smoke within 50 feet of the door. There were signs all over that said that.When we got to the bench, George took a pack of cigarettes out of Mr. DeShade's bathrobe pocket.I took a good look at the ratty looking thing and decided.