"Take my car, Sammy. We'll be home in an hour or..." she glanced at the paper she had been holding and then looked at Mr. Oldham before continuing, "p...ssibly longer."Stacy came into the office with another sheet of paper and said goodnight. I walked out with her and we rode the elevator to the lobby together."What's on the paper you and Mr. Oldham are so interested in?" I asked.A slight smile came to her face. "That's Mr. Oldham's work schedule. We make notes about what was discussed with. I was beginning to get ideas about those breasts dangling before me, but we still needed to get rid of that old chair.I grabbed my keys off the end table by the couch and went out to my car. I fired it up and backed it around the corner to where the big chair lay on its side. It was too big for the trunk, so we just wrestled it up onto the trunk lid. Mary pointed to the other side of the clearing, then went around to the passenger side and motioned for me to get in. She was still naked, so. “Shit, it must be twenty years now. You were still back in high school, I guess...”Frank’s biweekly poker game was just starting when the pagers went off.Every other week Frank and four of his friends would get together for a nickel-ante poker game at somebody’s home. Their wives and girlfriends usually came along for a hen party of their own. The requirements were simple enough, provide a keg and snacks. The party would rotate among the group of twenty-somethings, and tonight the poker party. Not easy,” Shane said.Ronnie cursed and pulled out of me. Benito inched out of the way. I collapsed and rolled onto my back.And then the deluge came.Ronnie’s cum splashed over my thighs and navel. I rubbed that cum on me like it was bodywash.I reached out for Vic and he brought his porky cock to my eager little hand. He came on my chest. I smiled at him and he smiled back as I glazed every inch of my breasts with his love juice. He patted me on the head again. Such a sweet asshole.Shane finally.