They were on their way to see the house that Jake was seriously considering buying. Jake's temperamental Corvette was currently in the shop — again ...�� the victim of a broken front-end strut this time. He could have taken a limo up for the second viewing of the residence or he could have gotten Diane Brown — his realtor — to drive him up, but he'd asked Rachel to pick him up instead. It was Saturday, a day they both had off from their normal obligations, and he wanted a woman's perspective on the. .Giggle... and... I need to pee but I am so hard I don't think I could push itdown or open up my bladder even if I wanted to..."He moved from the mirror towards the sink and was about to sprinkle somecool water on his rock-hard cock which he had slipped out of his sailorpants when he heard the shuffling from the far stall. With his cock stillout of his pants, Markie tip-toed closer.A slightly effeminate voice rattled off the walls. "You think that littlesissy could give it to you like this. When she returned moments before the other guests arrived, it was my turn to get cleaned up and dressed. Marilyn never stopped, she simply shifted focus to her new audience and continued talking [and saying nothing]. With few exceptions, everyone came directly from the hill, cold and wet. In the next hour everyone got warm and even more convivial. Then it was off to the next house and course. All transportation was on foot. It was a special night, cold, crystal clear, full moon and bright. Well, age-wise, she’s more like MY younger sister. Still, I remember that first day when we flew into the airport south of Houston. Poor Jerry fought the traffic out of Houston to come see Terri. I’ve BEEN in Houston traffic, and if that doesn’t say ‘love’, nothing does.“Terri,” I said. “Good Lord. ‘Patience’ doesn’t quite mean the same thing to pTerri as it does to the rest of us.”That got me a round of nods. Tina’s cellphone went off. She picked it up. “Hey, Mizz Donna!” Pause. “We’re over at.