He grunted as my firm ass pressed against his rigid cock. Throwing caution to the wind, I whispered without looking at him I put my hand down on his l...p as if I were going to shift my weight and when my hand went down it went down on his cock. He was rock hard and his thick daddy meat stood up out of the fold of his robe. “Oh good heavens mother would kill us both if she knew I caused you to get a stiff one! Did I cause that Daddy?" I felt him stiffen. "You. :) I leave and go to the new night club, for a drink and some dancing. I know heads will turn when I walk in, so I won't have to worry about paying for my drinks or looking for someone to dance with.I walk in and as I said, heads were turning and the whistles are turning me on. I go up to the bar to order a bottle of beer. This guy walks up to me, puts his large hand on my back and pays for my beer, he introduces himself as Tim. He finds us 2 barstools together. We sit and begin talking. . So be ready when I get home." "No way Howdy?" Gypsy said, a fresh smile filling her face. "And just what kind of surprise might that be young man?" she asked in her prissy bossy voice. "Something very special for the most special lady in the world! You know I can't spoil your surprise now don't you?" As our breakfast grew cold, Gypsy beamed. "Well Howdy, I have something to give you too. I want you to have it now, so you can use it for school or for whatever else you see fit." Gypsy, glanced. Ain’t nobody going to make that right with the egg. I suppose make lively might be possible ... but not if ones intent is to make the dead alive ... for sure he’s not going to wake up refreshed or get going again.Yup ... stir up trouble is the only part of liven that fits.I needed a better word.How about make David as mad as a wet hen. That way I don’t have to consider the body farther up the beach.But I am going to have to deal with half a dozen men tearing down the wharf as fast as they could.