’ Ballard said, ‘I don’t think I said ask him, I said tell him. I want him there and that is final. Now get your ass out there and keep my boys...happy.’ I turned, holding my rubber dick. I walked out into my office area. It was 10 minutes to 8 and I thought I better call Bill’s work and ask him to call me on his lunch hour. Grabbing the phone I dialed his office and when the lady answered I said, ‘Hi, this is Mrs. Jackson. Could I leave a message for my husband to call me at lunch, please?’ The. " I was nostranger to having a drink before flying, hopeful that it would take theedge off my nervousness. But I never really found it helpful. However, Ididn't want to be rude by rejecting it.The drink she prepared for me was definitely unusual, both the sight andsmell of it. In the clear plastic cup, the drink's pale purple color wasobvious. It almost looked like diluted grape soda. Despite this, I foundit oddly appealing. I brought the cup up to my face and inhaled. Apleasant, sweet smell. The car was air-conditioned and the windows were closed. I was relaxed. Mom had dozed off and I put my hand around my wife. She smiled and I started rubbing her breasts from over her dress. She was very hesitant initially because mom was just on the other side. But I pointed out that mom was asleep and I started pinching her nipples. This aroused her and she let me go ahead. Slowly I took her hand and placed it on my cock and she started rubbing it from above my pants. After some time, I took. I really don’t want to tire you out, big boy. I might have plans for you later tonight.” “Ah Ha,” I pronounced. “The old ‘I’ll have plans for you later ploy.’ And what kind of plans would those be?” You moved over to me and put your fingers in my hair. You looked into my eyes and said, “Actually, I do have plans for you. We have one last night left in this lovely setting and I do not plan to let it go to waste. Now I want us to pack up, get dressed and go back to the house. When we get there I.