When we arrived at my house, we exchanged a perfunctory kiss.“Are you OK?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied. “I’ll see you tomorrow at church.�...I got out of the Volvo and went into the house. I said ‘hello’ to my parents, then asked Clarissa to sit on the patio and talk with me. We went to the kitchen, got glasses of lemonade, then went outside.“You look upset, Mike; did something bad happen?”“Tasha and I went to Jackson Lake,” I replied. “It’s the place High School kids go to make out. We kissed a. Worst of all was my brad was one of them!”We all gasped and oohed and aahed and asked what did she do.“I just stood there for a second, all of us were in shock then I turned and ran down to Brian and told him what happened and instructed him to go sort out his son and his friends. He was in there for an hour or so and when they left not a one of them looked at me but muttered sorry as they fled out the front door. Brad didn’t say anything except that single muttered sorry for a week and would. She usually finished much sooner that Bob.Actually, this evening, he was purposefully eating slower. Waiting for that inevitable swipe of his French Fries. He had them pointed at her with a devious plan in mind. His cardboard cornucopia of French Fries was screaming at her to be eaten.He didn't have to wait long. He was watching her very carefully from the edge of his vision. He caught her wrist with a gentle slap as it retracted from HIS fries with one in hand."Mine!" He exclaimed as was their. Beautiful. Shaved. Wet.As the woman stroked her lover to semi-stiffness, she looked at Leigh, pointed to the sleeping man’s still-hard cock, and Leigh could read her lips as she said, silently, “Stroke him.” Leigh, still mesmerized, obeyed as if in a trance. She reached over and grasped her host’s cock, which quickly grew very hard in her hand. He began to stir, and arch his back a little. Leigh leaned over, whispered for him to relax, then took his t-shirt from the backpack and slipped it over.