'Let's see how neat you are.' And she waltzed right into my bedroom. She sat right down on the bed and looked around and said, "Well, it's not so bad,...I guess." Then she got up and left the house, saying she'd be back in the morning. I woke up in the morning to the sounds and smells of cooking in the kitchen. I went downstairs in my pajamas." Did you have a woody?" Marci inquired."Well, not too much, maybe a little at that point. So I waltzed into the kitchen and there was Mrs. Fogarty - Edna -. He turned around and asked, “Why is my ass warm?” I told him it was a special formula. I could see he was tense and reluctant and then he said, “Go easy on me, please!” I rubbed his ass and said, “I will, Allen, I promise!” He took a deep breath and laid down. I spread his legs apart and continued with more KY warm in circles around his asshole. He was tight,tight,tight. I continued making him breathe in and out. I spoke softly to him and slowly entered his hole. His ass clapped down. I was disappointed, but offered to drive him home, get him some medicine and get him to bed. He wanted to wait and see how he felt, but after about 15 minutes, he looked really bad and said he was sorry, but he needed to leave. He must have seen the disappointment on my face. This was supposed to be our night out. As I got ready to say goodbye to the guys, David spoke up and asked if any of the guys would be willing to drive me home as he didn’t want to ruin the night. The guys couldn’t get. We went to see the boss. "Micky fuckin Bumfelt, you fuckin degenerate gambling asshole," laughed Richie Bettino. "When will you ever learn?" He patted my cheek with chubby fingers. "Relax, Micky, I ain't gonna clip yer," he continued. "I got some work for you."His eyes went cold. "Dolores, you know my wife, Dolores, right?" I felt sick to my stomach. My legs and bladder suddenly felt a little weak. "Err….I..yeah, sure I've seen Mrs Bettino on-" "She's stepping out on me, Mick," interrupted.