Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, he did the bulk of his business at the nursery.Myrick also told me that he had his own cottage beyond the nursery, wh...re he lived a very solitary existence.“So, why don’t you get yourself a girlfriend?” I asked.“Nah,” he replied, “Don’t have much time for women.”“Me too,” I replied.Goofy as Myrick was, he didn’t miss my constant glances at his knob. A naughty visual interplay had also begun to develop between us. Throwing caution to the wind, I finally couldn’t. She felt my chest as she came close to me and pressed her lips to mine. I tried not to kiss back be could not help myself. For that infraction she taped my mouth closed. She stripped my shirt off and pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees. Cuffs went onto my hands and feet. She back away and admired my stiffening cock. I was told not to move as she turned to walk to the table. Her wonderful ass was naked above her tight vinyl pants. She walked over with two small boxes and asked me guess. Peeling the covers off, and getting her panties, and night shirt off like safe crackers. We felt like wicked little boys that found a passed out party girl. She was naked and spread eagle, just like it was real we discussed the morals of during her passed out not knowing I had her permission. They might have stopped there if I hadn't made the case that I was her husband, and had given them permission to fuck her many times before, plus if she got upset it was my idea. We closed the d****s and. I watched you walk to your SUV, my eyes on your ass, your hips swaying, your long red curly hair halfway down your back, while I went to my car. Before you opened your door to get into your SUV you glanced over at me, our eyes meeting and I still could not believe what was happening. All I knew was how horny I was and sensed you were too, my excitement growing, not sure where we were heading but hoping this sudden, spontaneous meeting would end up with us fucking each other's brains out. I.