Not fucking wasn't in the cards; Darla Jean was too hot. Dwayne had made a fine appetizer, but he wasn't a main course... She reached down to grasp Te...'s cock with her right hand and held out her left for the rubber.Ted grinned triumphantly and ripped the packet, handing Darla Jean the prophylactic with a flourish. Turning to Dwayne, he rubbed it in, "Darla Jean's a classic -- she went from dead thing to nympho in one fell swoop! I'm sorry, Man -- you just ain't got enough going there to hold. As our bland but pleasant lunch broke up, we said our goodbyes, exchanged a few numbers and headed for our homes.I called my wife to let her know what I committed her to for that Friday, and she happily agreed. She said she’d be home by noon that day.I arrived home, took care of our pets, and decided to sit in my rocker on the screened-in back porch to just enjoy the pleasant day. Before retirement, there wasn’t much opportunity to just sit. And without my wife there to give me lots of tasks to. She saw Scott’s eyebrows climb, then his eyes found hers and he stopped what he was doing. She figured he was trying to work out a way to get away. No one wanted a needy girlfriend. ‘Please say something,’ she whispered. Scott tried to say something but couldn’t. He saw the dread creeping across her face when she didn’t hear anything, and did the only thing he knew would work. He slipped up over her body, her nipples sliding across his chest, and kissed her softly, relief flooding through him. How’d you two meet?”Nallen smiled while looking at me, then turned back to my father. “It was actually at her work. I’d been having some business taken care of - thankfully not by her boss - she was on break, seemed unhappy about something. We started talking.”It was all I could do not to choke. Sure I was usually a bit unhappy at work - who wouldn’t be working for a pig like Grant Collins the Third (Turd?)? - but we certainly hadn’t met there! Good thing, there was a policy strictly.