Bridget opened the frig and took out a beer. She opened the can of beer and started to drink. I decided to walk back to the living room when I tripped...and bumped into her. I apologized but realized the beer had spilled all over her shirt."No biggie, I'll just...." she said. I couldn't believe my own eyes. She took off her shirt and she wasn't even wearing a bra! Every time I was around her, I got an amazing hard-on. Well, the hard-on that I had right now was twice as big. "What? Haven't you. She cries out, her body tightening up against him. “Oh fuck,” she cries out, wiggling in his arms. Slap He slaps at her ass again, not giving her much time to recover from the first blow. “Brian,” she begins to speak but he interrupts her. “Do you know why this is happening?” He asks her. “Because you have lost your fucking mind,” she shouts at him. Slap. “That was the wrong answer,” he rubs his hand over the red welts that were beginning to form on her beautiful ass. He half expects Laurel. ..) and he got an erection really fast. I think that the whole anticipation really got him excited. My neighbour then slid next to me and asked me If I would take care of him as well and I happily obliged. He started kissing me with his tongue, as his friend was kissing me on the neck. We played around like that for a while, drinking shots of rhum at the same time. The preliminaries had been pretty nice and we decided to go back in. My neighbour told us that we had all day as his wife had left. I started to get hairs in places I never did before. I was conscious of my hands the most, which got quite hairy.My hands always concerned me from a young age. I was of less than average height now, around 5-foot-2-inches, and was quite slim. It was only post-menopause I had gained it a bit, especially around my belly. I was a good size 12 these days, but throughout my life, I always had big manly hands, the addition of hair was not helping.In my laboratory jacket, I always seemed to wear.