Long minutes had passed, as my Darling Wife observed, “If you were to answer the door, we could get this party going!”For some reason, Brent appea...ed nervous. I wonder if the prospect of his girlfriend’s father watching him with said (naked) girlfriend might have something to do with it? Or, perhaps, the prospect of this father being heavily armed ... naw, nothing like that could be intimidating, could it?We ascended the stairs, and I began to lead him into the bedroom. He stopped, abruptly, as. It looks interesting.’ Andie chirped back, smiling as she buckled her seat belt. Jackson pulled away from the curb and drove off in the direction of his apartment. Andie had been terrified the night after Jackson had picked her up from the graduation party, she didn’t think she had ever been so nervous in her life. He had taken her to dinner at a small Italian restaurant they both liked. The conversation came easily after they had gotten past a few award moments, she realized that despite. I got the parents out onto the front porch, deciding for them that they would probably prefer cold and privacy to warmth and eavesdroppers. She shrieked when I told them. He stared at me in blank denial. The sight of his wife crying was enough to snap him out of it. He moved to comfort her. I could see his resolve harden as he decided to be strong for her sake. That was about as well as you can ever expect this sort of thing to go.Jeff invited me inside for coffee. I declined. It was already. ”She said it and then kissed me again, passion flaring while her hand squeezed at my root.I returned the kiss and lifted her dress, eager to get at her cunt. All the history between us had vanished. My mother’s married best friend was a sexy, desirable, fantasy woman, and I didn’t care about anything else other than getting my dick inside her.“Don’t tear my knickers,” Barbara gasped. “I’ll need them. Here,” she added, pushing me away. I felt the cubicle door at my back, my attention set on.