This week was Casey's week and we waited while she went to the living room to see who was calling us at nine o'clock on a Saturday night.She came back...and told Mama it was for her and not more than half an hour later, Mama came back in and announced the most gosh awful news.She said, "Bob's finally getting married!"Thus, two months later on Thursday afternoon, when I could have been playing baseball or fishing down at the creek with my friends, I was standing in Gilmore's Dress Emporium and was. If I didn’t find a woman very quickly, I would be obliged to masturbate, and I’d much prefer touching female flesh than my own if I could help it, but when I had too much sperm to evacuate, and there were no girls around, that’s what I had to do otherwise I would have certain problems. I wasn’t against prostitutes as they asked no questions, took a little money and everyone was happy. However, women in this little town were either with someone or just too busy shopping or coming from or going. So we made the drinks and as Linda was mixing a pitcher of cocktails, I stood behind her, holding her hips and slowly grinding my hardening cock against her ass. Thankfully my hardon had gone down by the time we went outside. Later that evening, the crowd had thinned out a lot and Joe was passed out in a chair. Linda suggested that we go back in the house, she said that she wanted to show me something. I followed her, this time down to the basement. In the dim light she lifted her t-shirt. Lani slowed her movements down holding Samantha while brushing her breasts across Samantha's slick skin. It only took a few moments for the girls to be anxious for more. Samantha took the lead, slipping her arms around Lani, pulling her closer. Their lips met, hands massaged and moans ensued. Lani shivered, partially from the cold air surrounding them and part from the feeling Samantha awakened in her.“Cold?” Samantha asked as their lips parted. “A bit.” Lani softly replied.“Want to rinse off.