I know that if you were in a relationship, you’d be happy and therefore feel motivated enough to go for your dreams.’ I don’t have the energy to...endure that absurd interaction again. I will not call her back. At least not tonight. My apartment is surprisingly clean despite the tiny space. Books neatly on the shelves, CDs on their racks, movies and DVDs inside the cabinets, and the futon closed. The kitchen is also clean. The refrigerator, as Ma often points out, is always empty. The only thing. One is single and the other married. My wife dresses real sexy and flirts with them when they are over. They like that and get hard-ons sometimes.One Saturday night we had a couple of cases of beer and were watching a ball game. My wife was being a hostess and serving beer and she was drinking too. Doesn't take many for her to get real horny. She would sit on my buds' laps and help them drink their beer. She had on a tube top and a short jean shirt with no panties. She wiggled her ass on their. “Shit. Yes!” Pinching my nipples made spears of wonderful heat travel through my tits. “Again!” I urged, giving up any resemblance of restraint. “That’s it,” Allie encouraged us with a husky moan, her hand pushing the skin up and down her boyfriend’s impressive cock, and I could hear his breath shudder every time she touched his glans. Our means quickly increased in intensity. Allie’s ministrations to Tony’s cock grew fast and urgent and his eyelids lowered more and more, but his fingers kept. A tan-line so strong that she looks like a dark woman wearing a pink/white bra and panty set. If it weren’t for her little pink nipples and a little tuft of dark hair over her snatch, we wouldn’t believe she was actually stripped off.On the other side of the room, crouched down next to Tank, Kimberly looks up at the now naked Irish tart and smiles. “That’s a pretty good tan...”Meghan holds her hands out as if she’s showing herself off to the camera, nothing to hide. “The neighbours can see over.