It was very erotic watching these two teenage girls kissing like lovers. I wondered just how close they were. After a bit of spit swapping, they brok... apart to face me again, their skin now slightly flushed.“So have you girls done anything more sexual than kissing?” I probed.They both shook their heads no.“Have you thought about it?”Candy nodded in the affirmative, but Amanda just looked down, blushing furiously.“Amanda, I want you to remove Candy’s top.” I said.My daughter put her arms up in. Then he goes to my other ear and whispers to me that the two of us could have so much fun together and he could please me like no other man could. “Really…” I tease him. Right then the line moves up so I move and he’s behind me, moving up as he pushes his body up against mine. All of a sudden I feel his rock solid black cock right between my ass cheeks! He whispers into my ear again saying that I’ve given him a constant hard-on all night and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to slowly grind. ”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel his vibe? It must be a guy thing because I’m not getting it.”He just grunted and stomped back into the house.The next week I walked down to the corner market just to get out of the house. There was an ice cream parlor next door and I looked up when someone tapped the glass. It was Brian and he was motioning me in. Should I go? Why not? It was the middle of the day, broad daylight with tons of people around. Even if it had been. ” the man replies.You may have heard about the Southern California man who was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had 100,000 rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel.By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds is considered “mentally unstable”.In Michigan, he’d be called “The last white guy still living in Detroit.”In Minnesota & Wisconsin, he’d be called “ALMOST ready.