We liked cars and hated our ex-wives. We liked womenthough, with Brooks preferring brunettes and I blondes - which meantwe seldom went after the same ...irl. And we both liked to toss down afew brews.The only difference was that Brooks could toss down a lot more than Icould. Three or four beers and I was wasted. Brooks had twenty poundson me though, and a seemingly unlimited capacity for beer. So far,that twenty pounds had stayed off his waist, but that was coming, Iwas sure. He undoubtedly had a. Gently I’m rubbing her back, her shoulder blades, her shoulders and collarbone, her neck. I apply more warmed oil and I massage her lower back. Just so you know what I’m looking at, here’s a little reminder. She’s about 5’2, a petite woman, closely cropped blonde hair, legs to die for, nice round firm ass. I can’t see them with her laying on her stomach, but her DD tits always make my mouth water. My hands get into her panties to massage her cheeks but I’m not getting close to her asshole.. 'Don't wear a bra and I could get interested'. He then broke contact and joined his wife with a farewell wave.No woman was as flustered and confused as June was. It took will power to control the fluttering in her stomach and to control her shakes. She dropped her bag because it just fell as she reached for it, but thankfully her discomfort wasn't observed and it was a relief when she sat behind the wheel of her vehicle and could let her emotions break free. She had thrown the bait and it had. I was in English, which is one of my favorite classes because I have Sara in it with me. I looked at the clock dreading the next last few minutes that I had because PE was next. Just the thought of being in PE made my stomach turn. I looked over to Sara and saw that she looked a little confused about something, knowing Sara it was probably the lesson we were covering. I knew Sara hated English because she often referred to it as the evil-teachers-hate-students subject. Thinking about her hate.