Are u serious? she said. what if i am serious. i told her as long as the guy is clean n he doesnt know im allowing it. i doesnt want to be known as a ...himp. she ask again if its ok? am i serious? i said yes. but make sure she is doing it because she wants to and not otherwise. she kept silent and she drop the bomb. she ask me. what if it has happen? i told her. i hope the guy manage to fuck her up well and she love it. she keep asking if im ok? i said yes. she seems to be excited about it but. Mellisa and Dolores had become good friends and were always going shopping and to Avon type parties together and at least once a month the two of them would get together for a 'girls night out'. Mellisa and Dolores must have had something planned that day and I saw my plan to chase Dolores around the house fade away.But it wasn't Mellisa who had something planned with Dolores as I found as soon as I walked in the front door. Before I could shout out, "Honey, I'm home" I heard Dolores cry out,. She came down from her sexual high and seemed finally to realize what had happened. She turned off the water and pushed my hands away from her tits. Using my cock as a leash, she led me out of the shower and dried us both off with the same bath sheet. My cock had only decompressed a little as a result of her touching me in so many interesting places as she dried me. Therefore, it was still sticking out in a convenient position for her to grab and to lead me to the bed.Mrs. Jackson was still. The telltale tracks stopped at the side door. She bent a neck around the door."What?"The interior of the boathouse, for all that it was less than three months old, looked like it had been the catch-all of miscellany for fifty years. There was a small dinghy hanging from the ceiling, odd masts, spars, an old Coast Guard can buoy ... with brass gong, old license plates, watering cans, hoses, a broken sextant, lines in various stages of deterioration, shovels, the anchor with the broken fluke ....