When we arrived, we unloaded Tara's baggage from the car and got it into the guest room for her. She and Dee put away the contents into the appropriat... closet or dresser drawers.I could hear them talking and laughing, getting to know each other again. I would just stay out of the mix until they were ready for me to join. Like I said, we had six months together, so there was no rush.I made myself a drink and plopped myself down in the love seat and turned on the evening news to see what was. Dad drained my right breast for another ten minutes, and I was writhing and squirming with lust. And when that breast was drained, he leaned up to kiss me again, but for a longer time. I accidently-on-purpose moved my left hand to his crotch, and felt his huge cock lump, which seemed to be much bigger than Ken’s. He began moaning when I made that commitment to touch his cock, and he slid off the couch on his knees between my legs, still kissing me.He broke the kiss and started kissing, licking,. .. I'm a married, straight 28 year old, just moved into a new neighborhood. I hate getting to know new people, but my wife insisted I go out and meet some of the guys in our little street. They have this paid membership clubhouse, which I think is a dumb thing to begin with, that the neighborhood uses for all types of events. Apparently every other weekend there is this "GUYS ONLY Poker Night". Forced to go at first, I grew to love it. Oh and I found out it wasn't about poker at all...Its was a. “Hop in the truck. We’ll go to my place.” The two students made their way over to the mud-encrusted truck. “How in the hell did you get that thing so dirty?” “Muddin’. I LOVE muddin’,” she said. “Takin’ a truck out in a field and just drivin’ kickin up mud everywhere… Great way to spend a weekend.” Kent rolled his eyes. How redneck. “You really get a kick out of that, huh? That‘s what you do every weekend?” A devious glint appeared in the girl’s eye. “Not every weekend. There are other fun.