I'm not sure this pink alcoholic piss is going to hold out if there are too many more. Besides, I'm in need of a little tiddling relief myself and I'm...not one hundred percent certain I've got it in me to crawl to the bathroom and back. Well, I guess, if we have to, we ought to get this over and go 'to the letter'. Dear Dumb Girl,My wife won't come out to play... well she won't with me. She seems more than happy to with my best friend, says he knows how to treat a lady, says it's just sex.We had. She hasn’t been on twenty dates in twenty years, and all of the sudden she tells me that she can’t wait to sneak in here and hand you her panties.”Nan was attractive. She had an open, happy face with a radiant smile when she wasn’t a terrified global industrialist. Her body was just about right for her frame and her breasts looked inviting as could be. She was also about twenty years older than me, which was why she was trying to convince herself that I should be interested in her daughter and. As the click of the garage door closed behind them, Clyde slid his fingers out of her. Stepping from the car, he moved around the side and Bonnie could see his masked face and the intensity of his desire for her through the eye holes of the mask. He ripped open the door just as she quickly did up the button of her pants. As he pulled her out of the door, she reached up to pull down the hood covering his head as he did the same with hers.Clyde lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. I start again. Wtf, his hand is now rubbing up and down on my leg. I look at his crotch and see that his bulge has grown. Aha, I think, he too has a boner.His hand has rubbed my crotch a few times in his wanderings up and down my thigh. When I have finished the program, he squeezes my leg up by my knee and rubs back toward my groin. He gets to my boner and stops and rubs my erection and says "oh my, what have we here?"I reach over and latch onto his bulge, give I it a quick rub, chuckle and say.