"For God's sake! Why don't you get off your fat, lazy arse and get out and do something exciting. It might take your mind off your age and will get yo... out from under my feet."I stalked out in an offended huff and retired to the pub, drowning my sorrows in a couple of pints. I was leaning on the bar reading a newspaper that some previous customer had abandoned when it leapt off the page and hit me right between my eyes:"Parachute Jumping. The ultimate thrill and adrenaline rush. Classes. She was already breathing very hard as I had laid next to her and had one hand under her dress, and one attempting to slide the top of it down off her nice tits. “Just take it off dude,” J said, and she rolled over, giving me access to a zipper. I unzipped it and unclasped a bra underneath, as she got onto her knees, allowing me to slide it down and off her milky skin. Her wrists were still in J's hands, he was clearly taking more of a voyeur role than an active participant. The passenger. The first time I set eyes on them I desired them, wanted them and set out to have them. Even while removing Natasha's clothing on the pretence of a massage I knew what was going to happen and that there would be no going back.Natasha a beautiful and sexual blonde stood facing me my hands slide to her back to unclip her bra then drew away brushing her skin as they moved, smiling as her nipples hardened in front of my eyes, eager to kiss her and place a hard nipple in my mouth, but preferring to. Porsha was like dont leave any evidence! Smart.Porsha was like told you i can make you cum. She was like you dont have to come home with me if you dont want to but can i get your number. I said sure maybe we can hook up another time. So i gave her my number & she went her way i went my way. two days had passed since that encounter i was at home chillin then my phone rang. I answer it said who speaking. It was Porsha. She was like i been thinking bout you ever since that night & i been dreaming.