’ ‘Well, you continue to play my body like that Maestro, and I’ll tell you that every day.’ ‘Promises, promises!’ I laughed. ‘Okay, can ...ou get up now? I’m getting a little crushed.’ He rolled off me and we both wiped ourselves with some Kleenex. He started circling my nipples with his fingers and I groaned. ‘Enough, already! I don’t think I can do it again right now.’ I rolled over. ‘I’m exhausted tonight. What time is it?’ I started removing my stockings and garter. He turned and looked at. Bloodshot and puffy dark brown eyes stared sullenly back at him. His whole face in fact looked a little bloated. “Fuck.” Resting his head back down he blindly fumbled around the countertop until he felt the small bottle of eye drops. Flopping to the floor to lie down, he squeezed a drop or two into each eye. He rose up and blurrily searched the counter top until he saw the hemorrhoid cream and then flopped back down. He squeezed a little onto a fingertip and gingerly smeared it below his eyes.. Would you mind if I took off my top to even things out?"When I didn't object, she untied the top on the back of her neck, and the suit slid down her breasts. She had a set of knockers on her that you rarely see on a woman of that age. Her nipples were pink and pushed forward. I was worried I would show the effect of looking at them."One more question, Joe. Kind of like the last one, but I hate string marks across my hips. Would you mind if I took my bottom of?"I knew if she did, I would get a. It seemed like they were playing at a ‘delight’ game my mother invented last night. I wondered if they had conspired and planned this? Why hadn’t they included me in whatever twisted little game they were playing? It felt like they had intentionally excluded me to show me up to my mother.“Yes, I am!” my mom seemed surprised because their faces were red from the slaps and their hair was all messed up from the real grab-ass hand-slap, knock-down-drag-out, fight they just had. It had only lasted a.