His wife was pretty hot . well as I told you in part 1 that Lisa was only going to meet him for an hour or two but ended up being gone for 6 hours. wh...n Lisa walked in the door I didn’t hear a truck drop her off. I just heard the door open. I was just about to go out looking for her. I was so worried. he must have dropped her off at the end of our drive way. Thank god we live in the woods.when Lisa left she had on only the tight wife beater tee. No makeup. And was wearing sandals. nothing else. I flashed a brief smile at Mason, before being smothered by our parents.Hours later, after dinner, I was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. This is when Mason decides to vacate his spot at the kitchen table, and bringing his copy of Playboy, he sits next to me on the couch. I can feel it sagging under the added weight. We continue sitting this way until, about half an hour later, I became sleepy and started to drift off.In my dream, I was sitting with Mason, just as I was before falling. It's literally six and a half hours to the hook up and here I am on a Saturday morning up early with my stomach feeling as if it's some sort of Piccadilly Circus for butterflies. Normally it would take a pound of TNT going off outside my bedroom window to get me up at this time on a Saturday morning. Nevertheless here I am, as nervous as my first time with a man...and even more nervous than my first time with a woman.Sure it's been a while since I held a stiff, straining cock and brought it. She grinned to herself — she and Stan had wide and overlapping tastes, though she'd never quite have the same feel for history that he had, and he'd probably never quite want to read the same science journals that she did.'Music, wine, book. Now I just need to relax enough... 'Actually, the wine she'd drunk was more than sufficient to relax her. By the time she'd had that glass of wine and started on another, Anne felt quite floaty. When Mark Knopfler began singing about 'Les Boys do Cabaret'.