‘Oh hands and knees, definitely, and you better be bringing that delicious behind of yours over here for me play with. You got till I get these damn...slacks off to do it.’ Reni giggled. ‘You know, Maria is asking me about all the clothes she keeps finding when she comes in to clean the condo.’ He stood up long enough to drop the slacks and step out of them, and then sat down to pull off his shoes and socks. ‘What do you tell her?’ ‘That I have no idea, but that I would ask you about it.’ She ran. All too soon after he had climbed into bed, Carl pulled the sheets back down. The cool night air was still crisp from the bathroom window, making his exposed nipples harden, touching over hard skin. It did little to cool the heat that was blazing between his thighs. Carl didn't think about the trouble that he had seen that day, or even the tapes that he had discovered. This was old school, just him and his hand. And when he was alone with himself, like he used to as a kid, nothing else. I had my own room and felt kinda bad Veronica had to sleep on the couch. I had a queen size bed and decided to make a move after Helen went to bed. Veronica was going to leave early in the morning anyway so Helen wouldn't even know. I wait until everyone settles down for bed to brush my teeth. I walk by the living room where Veronica is trying to work the TV. She asks me to help her find a show on Netflix, so I of course help. Her accent alone makes me horny and hard. I stand real close. At one point the maitre d’ forcefully placed the box in her hand, closed her fingers around it and told her to thank the gentleman in a loud enough voice that his broken French accent could be heard clear across the room. Dave shook his head.She thanked the man and the maitre d’ marched my wife strait back to our table and roughly shoved her into her seat and told Dave. “Don’t bring her back until you have taught her some manners.” And he stomped off.Pam was almost in tears. “What did I.