“Yes, I do. And don’t get a speeding ticket driving home. Just drive normally and I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Can you do that?” she asked. �...�I’ll be out of here at noon,” he answered with assurance. “Bye Baby,” she whispered and hung up. For the next 45 minutes he tried to concentrate on something work related, but it was simply impossible. He finally took a stack of papers from his desktop and pretended to be checking them in hopes that anyone walking past his doorway wouldn’t decide to come. I bought us a couple obligatory hand grenades and pretty quick my wife was pretty drunk and feeling no pain. I broached the subject of a strip club and she was all in. I know that I already mentioned that NOLA is one of my favorite places but it’s more than just the place. I love the food, the music, the atmosphere…and the strip clubs. As a business traveler I have been to NOLA enough to have spent some time in each of the clubs and know which ones to avoid and which ones will let you get. “Sit down,” she said. “I’ll be just a minute.” Some pages were coming out of her printer. She took them and rolled over to where I sat down on her bed.“Here, this story that you call ‘My Sister Makes Me Hard!’ In it, you talk about coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her ... you do that with me all the time!”“And here, it says, ‘I went up behind her and said, “You are so pretty.” Then you said, “She put her hands over mine and said, ‘I know, pervert!’ When we were in high school. "Feels better than putty to me, Grandpa," she teased as we rinsed and turned the water off. We dried off and she led me to her room and had me get in bed with her. "Let's just stay here the rest of the day. I know I can think of some things to entertain ourselves with, Grandpa, see, I get horny, too, you'll just have to be my boyfriend while I'm here," she said as she gripped my cock and kissed me like a steady boyfriend. She was halfway over on top of me, rubbing her pussy on my hip as I felt.