Brandi came running into the garage. "What are doing home, you are not supposed to be here until tomorrow?" Did I ruin some of your plans? I could lea...e now!" Oh, Don't be silly, I have been getting things done around the house. That's Joe's nephew, when he was here Tuesday he did not have the correct part to fix the filters. We can go in the house." Brandi replied.Once we were in the house I asked Brandi if she had eaten and she told me that she had. I had stopped on my way home at a fast food. ’ ‘What were you drinking during your evening of wanton excess that has cost you your reputation, your job and your marriage?’ ‘Beers with bourbon chasers.’ ‘Well thankfully this doesn’t count, it’s only light white wine.’ ‘It’s still alcohol.’ ‘So? Think before you answer me my handsome man.’ ‘I suppose I can have one glass.’ ‘Good boy. Make sure I have three and then you might get lucky. My defenses crumble a bit when I get happy on alcohol.’ ‘Eh? ‘Oh fuck, this is a dead loss. I’m heading. I manipulated her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I felt my guts churning with excitement. Suddenly she broke away and sagged back against the booth, her mouth open and panting. I was really shook up. Get the hell out of here, but I didn’t move. But she knew she had me hooked. She knew I was hot to go. But if I got mixed up with this puss sure as hell I’d start drinking and swinging again and I’d forget about Clemens today. But I could feel myself sliding away, my whole body wanting. In less time than it took to ask you to watch I’m barely able to whisper to you that I’m going to cum and you jump up on your knees. I cum hard, arching my back and letting out a long slow moan as it washes over me and rocks my body back and forth. You stroke hard trying to match your orgasm with mine and cum right after me squirting your hot cum onto my stomach, just above my pubic line gasping as you squeeze every last drop out of your pumping balls. You lay down beside me as I pull the toy.