"Betty's blood curdled at Shirley's presumption in giving her advice and the intimate tone she had assumed that made Betty feel suddenly like they wer... two streetwalkers exchanging cheap confidences. But Kent stumbled into the kitchen before she had time to react and she searched uneasily for the mood his hangover had put him in. He stood moodily at the door in bermudas and sandals, scratching his unshaven chin before his gaze caught on Shirley."Well, well, well," he exclaimed loudly and lifted. Yet.I turned on the lights in the bedroom and it felt like an ice pick got stabbed into my brains, it woke me up in an instant. I had to pee, the floor was cold as ice, the whole bathroom felt like freezing, so i got out as quickly as i could. And once i was on my way back to our bedroom, ive seen some light coming out of our hosts bedroom... and since i was awake now, i could clearly hear her moaning. It was the same moaning i heard when i first found out my parents were having sex as a young. Marie was already softly sighing and Michael had never ventured south of her neck line. He allowed his hands to lightly trace patterns on her sides as he moved back up for another long kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue, creating their own special dance to share. When their eyes met next, he could see hers were now turning quite green and dilated- as if she were becoming intoxicated. He smiled and lifted himself up to remove his t-shirt finally. She stared unabashedly at his broad,. Unconsciously, her eyes drifted up to his craggy face, clean-shaven and smooth, as was his high- domed pate. He had so little hair remaining on his head that he merely shaved that off too each day. Her eyes had been locked onto the rock-hard massiveness of his erect penis, which stood up straight, thick and long, like a mighty obelisk, spearing out of the dense brush of his once jet- black but now graying pubic hair. Once she had asked him bluntly his age. He had refused to tell her, but from.