Pru was certain it was her bum that was holding her back from a serious proposal of marriage or at least a proposition of "living together" as a sort ...f test run. Pue was not against that type of arrangement providing the partner performed well when the chips were down and was willing to reciprocate for an "on her knees" performance. She had come close several times to closing the deal on a suitable steady bedmate, but never really was able to get the acceptable suitor over the finish line.Even. My first thought was mom had woken up and decided she wanted to play. “I thought you were going to wait for tomorrow?”Her mouth popped off my cock, “I told you I wanted to be fucked tonight Bruce.”OH SHIT! That was not my mom’s voice; that was Wendy’s!“I knew I could get you hard baby.” Wendy returned to practically deep throating my cock. It felt great. In her stupor, she must have gotten mixed up returning from the bathroom. She thought he was getting back in bed with Bruce and. Within a few moments she returned with a vegetarian sandwich on focaccia bread. “So what’s the latest? Jess, what is your next opus going to be about? Mark, are you still harboring that grudge against Brendon for the mathematical and logistical errors in his work? You know its creative writing right? You don’t need to nitpick the fuckups of the minute detail."“Yes. Yes I am, on all accounts. His work is riddled with inconsistences that range from using incorrect numbers; to having characters. "Their rolling bags were stashed up a few levels in my trunk. "So can I drop you at the bus terminal, or are you staying over?" Not my bed, with my wife Maggie in it. Much too crowded."We've got a motel room," said Zoe."Great, I'll drop you off there." They seemed to have fresh legs. Pretty legs. I dragged my mind from the gutter and my body up to where I parked. Zoe took the front seat but she was practically comatose. I found the Motel Seven, "A Step Up From Six", on the edge of downtown. I.