Sitting on the tailgate of his truck with his legs dangling off, he smiled to himself as he took another large swallow of iced tea. At least he was fa...ing a good deal better than Grant and Henry. The two of them were opposite him over on the front stoop, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. And they would have been in far worse shape, had Marge and Henry’s son, Rance – who was now over at the church taking a look at the bell tower – not shown up. He may have struggled physically, what with. I spent most of the morning cleaning my room and doing laundry, then laying out what I was going to wear before taking a shower. After getting ready, I went and hopped in the truck, setting out to brave the Atlanta traffic. This time it was to the East side of Atlanta to George’s Bar and Restaurant.Walking in, it became apparent that this was my kind of place. It was a bar with booths and neon beer lights everywhere. The bartender told me to take any booth and the waitress would be over in a. No way in hell could I watch this without masturbating.I tried, really hard, but when Nick pressed his cock into her, it was all I could take. It was exactly a week ago, our last night together, and remembering being in that closet, so fuckin’ horny already, watching another man take my wife from behind, literally inches away, I nearly doubled over, grabbed my cock, and sprayed cum.Luckily, I’d anticipated and had a towel.I was gasping for breath afterward, but still alone in our bedroom. I. " I scoop her up again and she wraps her arms around my neck as we go outside. I get her settled her in her lounge chair, I grab her a Diet Coke and a magazine and tell her to text me if she needs anything. I unpack my things and make a list of things we need from the store and clear the dishes. I get a text from her that she wants to come in. I go outside and she smiles and holds out her arms and wraps them around my neck as I we make our way back to her bedroom. "This girl could.