"Yes, Denise, I did. It's just that... well, I'm not sure we should do it again." Oh! Why?" It was okay. I just felt... uncomfortable. It's not been l...ng enough..." Oh, Stan."Something in her voice made him look up. She was looking directly at him, now, with a relieved expression. "I know you said I'd done nothing, but I was worried." She looked away, then back to him. "It's been six months, Stan," she said, with compassion."Only six months," he replied, softly but with conviction. "It's too. Throwing me over the edge of the couch, I shook my small muscular butt, giving him a target as I reach back and spread my ass wide. Looking back as he pulls my hair and enters my dripping wet pussy, I force back and he knows I need his cum deep down inside me. Forcing back inching my way down as he once again breaks down my pussy. Hitting my cervix as he pounds away, we are fighting for control as I twerk away he says, this is why I love crazy young white bitches. Know he starts to dominate. I thought that if I hit my mark and she doesn’t object I am in for a treat but if she does I can always say it’s because of the jerks and will sit normally. As I was trying this I felt my hand touching the area just below her armpit beneath her hand. I wasn’t sure so I kept on doing it. After a few more touches and a few minutes, I felt my hand touching something soft very soft.I wasn’t sure whether I have touched her boobs and nailed the mark or not so I decided to let my hand remain there and. And a matching pair of red shorts to go with it. No panties. And then I traipsed back down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter was finished with the lawn.Half an hour later he was standing at my back door. I waved at him, motioning for him to come in. "I made some iced-tea," I said pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn't really care for it."Thanks, but I'd really prefer a beer if you have any," he said walking over to stand next to my.