Marcus was standing next to the bedroom window, side on to Sarah. His fingers were clutching his temples as if he could force calm upon himself. All S...rah could see was the 7 inch outline of his still-hard cock. A cock she wanted so badly right then.“If you weren’t such a pussy-whipped loser you could make me,” she taunted him, angry at herself for her stupidity at being caught again so soon after the last time but dangerously drawn to how rough he’d been with her. The words had flowed out. Under a light jacket she had a button-up white blouse desperately trying to contain a bulging chest. A sexy little pixie cut allowed full view of a slim neck and little ears, begging to be nibbled.The gentlemanly part of me took over quickly under orders from the not so gentlemanly part and I jumped out of the car to go open the passenger side door for her. This small action got a very pleased smile on her face, full lips parting to show pearly white teeth beneath as she coyly murmured a. For that matter I never got myself off in front of Walter. I had this old vibrator that one of my girl friends had given me at my wedding shower. She said keep this in a safe spot, for someday you'll need it, trust me. We all got a big laugh out of that and I did as she said, kept it in a very safe spot. Well, sure as shit the time came when I needed it. It's one of them chrome one's that looks like a long bullet and holds two c batteries. Oh boy have I ever put a lot of miles on it. God, if I. ..drying my body, wr****g a towel around my waist...siping my beer as I brushed my hair, and mustache..." she is hot"..." bad thought"...it is interesting and it has been 4 days alone. Pulling a tank top on and slipping into a pair of sweat pants I exited the bathroom. I heard Aunt Betty talking on the phone, she was saying she made it here ok and not to worry, she was in good hands. I was feeling a bit buzzed when Betty walked into the kitchen, I turned to her and said...Good Hands hugh?...a.