“I don’t know what to do, and you always seem to have all the answers.” “Well, I don’t know about that.” I admitted. “I’ve done my sha...e of boneheaded things, but I’ll do my best.” I’d met her boyfriend a time or two, typical redneck, no ambition, immature and impulsive. I never really understood what she saw in him. “Bobby and I have been together since high school.” She started. “He’s always been good to me, you know, attentive, caring and all.” She broke down briefly, and I sat next to her. She bent over standing up and opened that bottom drawer. She bent over, while standing on a good four inches of heels, while wearing black stockings with a black seam running up the back of them to the inch wide band at the top that yielded to a sensuous stripe of creamy white flesh that disappeared into tiny shiny black satin panties. I fought the force of gravity that wanted to pull my slack jaw all of the way to the floor! “Damn it, I know that binder is in here someplace.” I heard her. (Sandy)Glenn's an attractive man at about 5'10" with dark hair and brown eyes. He has a beard that he keeps well trimmed and his hair is starting to thin, so he keeps it a little shorter than he used to. He used to be in really good shape, but now has a dad bod. Honestly, I love that about him and find it really attractive because of how confidently he carries himself. A lot of other guys would probably be embarrassed with his soft body. But, not my Glenn. Our sex life is good. I'm generally. Her husband opened the door and instead of greeting his wife, he too kept staring at my body! My friend caught my arm and took me inside. We both walked inside her bedroom balcony. While going inside, I looked behind and saw that my friend’s husband was checking out my jiggling ass like a pervert.My friend and I were seated at the breakfast table on the balcony. For a moment, she looked at me as though I was an anathema to her (I felt genuinely guilty). Then, she held my arm tightly and began.