“like, as soon as I shut the gate” I said laughing “does the grass feel better or something?” he asked “I think it does yeah I mean I just l...ke it”“you care if I go over to that corner and test out this theory of yours Eric? Just over there don’t peek or nothing alright”“sure, see for yourself, I said, no genuinely flirting (what was happening to me??) “you gotta do it too Eric, otherwise I’m just some weirdo in your backyard”“alright, I’ll go over there, you go over here?” I said, “and no. They either laughed or totally ignored him. In the shark-infested waters of the dating market, a balding middle-aged professor is dead meat.But the poetry, ah, those magic syllables, that hypnotic rhythm.Some crazy impulse made him walk into a dance club. The Snakepit was a maelstrom of drifting blue cigarette smoke, mirrors, flashing multicolored lights, and loud heavy metal music that made meaningful conversation superfluous. He sat down at a battered wooden table two vacant chairs distant. "Dance with me!" Julie said, giggling rocking her hips, rolling her ass until my cock somehow worked itself beneath her camisole.Her pussy had gotten just as hot and wet as the other girls' and I slid my cock beneath it, so that Julie's pussy rode along the shaft. I didn't know if I really had a big dick or not, even though all my girlfriends kept saying I did. They were just thirteen, though. I knew I didn't have a little one, put it that way, and maybe I was big for my age or something. But. He grinned sheepishly at his two wives and shook his head. "I just never thought. I mean I hoped she would stay. I do love her. I guess I just assumed things were fine. I'll take care of it." He wrapped Dove and Jane in his arms. He gave each of them a deep kiss then they all returned to work.On his next trip to Dallas Sam picked up a wedding set that nearly matched those Dove and Jane wore. When he returned to his home his women met him at the front yard boundary as they normally did. He.