I piped right up. “No thanks,” I said. He looked at me and said, “I was talking to thelady.”Just then Linda chimed in. “...arry,” she said, “you’rebeing rude.”“I’m being rude? Let me explain something. This guyjust walked up and asked my wife to dance withoutasking my permission. That’s not only being rude,it’s being extremely disrespectful. If he had come tome and asked if I mind that he ask you, I would haveprobably. She found a two-story building with a flat roof and sat. The structure groaned and sagged, and she watched the panic-stricken masses rush away in terror. After about a minute, the building collapsed under her weight, dropping her onto her ass. Sitting amid the rubble, something scratched her bottom. She stood again, and reached down to scratch the irritation. She had never touched herself there before. It felt good. She continued to do so, and, before long, she was quaking in place.She explored. I start caressing your face, lick your lips, kiss your neck while my hands tease your nipples. I kiss them. My hands go down, rub your belly, touch lightly your thighs. I stop just before your pubis, go back to your breasts, go down again.... I gently touch your pussy before caressing your legs. I cover your body with kisses. I can tell you're wet... I spread your pussylips and taste your juice. It's so good... I begin to lick your pussy, rub your clit with my tongue, try to penetrate you as. His hair was lightbrown, with only a hint of gray, and his smile just radiated sex."Uh, is umm, Brad here?" the hunk asked. Immediately, I began to wonderwhat secrets Brad might be keeping from me."Nah, he's running around today trying to get stuff ready before he leaves.Come on in if you like. It's damn cold outside." 'Sure, that sounds good."After he stepped in and took off his coat, he offered me his hand. "Hi, I'mBill Harris, Brad's father."Jesus! I didn't know what to say, certainly not.