I was so ashamed. Not of the old man's defense of me, (after all he could whistle the loops/he worked in leather, not wood) with the best of 'em, but,...ashamed of his appearance there in his work clothes. I've cried a million tears in the over half-century since for that shame.---------But, back to Girl's mini-skirts:"Cully, if you were a girl like Girl no way would dad and I let you out of this house dressed like that, honey. I'm shocked her parents permit it."It was all for show. She guarded. Near the road is a white post, in the middle of the path, probably there to prevent vehicular access. It is about a metre high.Our jogger collides with the post. He has not slowed down, so the impact is obviously painful. He hits the post firstly with his knee, and then the top of the post buries itself into his groin. He falls to the ground, in agony. Into the picture arrives the naked Susan, clearly concerned with the plight of her voyeur, but unable to suppress a gentle laugh nonetheless.. I’m 6-1, 200 pounds, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. “So, Sandy, tell me more about you, how old are you and where’re you from?” “I’m 32 and originally from Norfolk, VA. My dad is a retired submarine officer. Now he works for the government really don’t know what he does. Mom is an RN and works at a hospital in Bangor, ME. I was married to a sailor, an enlisted guy. I caught him with another girl in our bed, so I left and got a divorce. I was living with my parents and met my boyfriend. No I did say earlier she was athletically built. There was no way on this earth that short of pulling my head from my neck that I could move. So I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy hole as I could, the vice like grip on my head seemed to limit the length of my tongue but I delved it as deep as it would reach. Her hips bucked up and her thighs released me at the same time, almost throwing me across the room. “FUCKING HELL” she shouted as she obviously enjoyed and intense orgasm, shaking.