‘Oh yeah,’ I called from the kitchen.‘Yes, but it’s not what you think. I am not wearing any kinky underwear.’So what is it, I thought, a su...prise air purifier? Something even less than that perhaps?’‘No,’ she continued. ‘That’s so eighties, don’t you think? That’s what you see in the movies. I wanted to really surprise you.’I walked into the kitchen.‘So guess what,’ she said. ‘I I didn’t buy any new underwear and I am not wearing anything you bought me either. Instead I got to the shop this. “This reminds me of one of those old movies where somebody says, ‘Hey kids, let’s put on a show!’” They both laughed. They clinked glasses. “Here’s to Mabon!” Sara said. “Jackie rules!” “And I’ll get my wish to have several guys touching every single part of my body, filling every single place . . .” Mabon was days away and Jackie could hardly wait. On Saturday, the day of the festival party, Jackie arrived early to help Sara get ready. They decorated the yard with corn stalks, gourds, apples,. I'll admit, by keeping to myself all these years I didn't know many people in town. He walked over to me close. He was at least four or five inches taller than me. He had a thick mustache and long dark hair. He smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. I was embarrassed, because it was easy to tell he was much older than me... I guessed in his late forties. His hand felt warm and he asked if I wanted to walk with him. I stared at his cock and muffled a "I guess?". He stepped away and paused because. “I know, it’s your UN birthday.”She unwrapped an emerald green purse ... identical to the broken one.“Oh god, David,” she sniffed new leather and cried. That called for a hug.“I know you loved that purse so I found one on the ‘Net,” I said. “The last one made.”“Thank you thank you thank you. I’ll just chance my junk,” and she dumped the old one out on the table. Quarters rolled off on the floor.I sat down and started stacking money.“I was just going to sweep it all into the new one,” she.