”He explained that he used to teach and apologized “if he lectured too much because he was nervous.” “Nervous about what?”“Talking to you....��“Eh, why?” “I don't talk to beautiful women often… especially ones on bikes.” I laughed and he said, “Can I offer you a water refill?”“Sure,” I said and we crossed the bridge one at a time as it was narrow. His house was big and his yard was flowered and beautiful. “Wow, nice home.”“Thanks, I love it,” he said. Apparently, he’d bought it when he was married. You always did talk too much.’ We all roared with laughter. We thought about it and decided to call George and tell him. He didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he said, ‘Well that is not quite what I would have advised, but what’s done is done and I know that you two will make great parents. If you ever need my help…’ Angie and I had decided that we would talk to my parents when they returned in late July… early August…mid August, well…late August. The next time they came. I looked across to my right and saw Derek I could feel his tongue on my nipples, I slid my hand underneath his chubby belly and straight on to his hard cock, rubbing him I could tell he was ready and sure enough I’d only touched him a couple of minutes when he sat up, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his undies down, his 5” was evident.Turning my head to face him I managed to get my mouth over his helmet when my second climax of the day hit me. OH MY GOD I was shaking my head from side to side. The pale grayness of my eyes set in their almond shape. There's a sparkle of mischief you've missed when darting glances at me previously. Your eyes dip down to those rosy lips. They are free of all stain and gloss, yet something draws you to them. Is it the plumpness, the softness, or the simple fact that they are mine, which brings you to your knees with need to kiss them? Your eyes continue the journey across my porcelain skin. With my copper blonde hair piled on top of my head you.