No, I really didn’t put him away wet. I love Jay’s soft, sticky dick. And he loves what I do, so I got Number Five for my attentions. “Rock my w...rld” is such an over-used expression. But... We slept in, escaped the room at 0730, were having breakfast at the diner when Jay’s phone went off. He looked at it. “Bill,” he told me as he put the phone to his ear.“Hey, Bill!” he said. Pause. “Yes, we know about it. Somebody tried to steal our trailer yesterday evening.” Pause. “We caught ‘em coming out. ’ Jason sized up his own putt, reading the slope of the green as he listened to the crunch of Andre’s spikes fade away in the distance. He’d really put a licking on the ball. Rising, he lined himself with where he wanted to run the ball, using the experience from years of Saturday mornings to know just where to put it. With a measured stroke back and forth, the ball leapt off the putter, taking Andre’s gaze from where the ball had sat all the way to the lip of the cup before disappearing into. . I'll leave it in your hands." Then she giggled at her own bad pun."OK . . . you just relax and leave everything to the expert," Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back, keeping her ass modestly covered. He moved to the side of the table and began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the full length of her back..This went on for quite a while. Vince worked her entire upper torso, including her neck, shoulders, and arms. Nothing much was said between them.. I could only nod. “Can I see you?” she asked.”You don’t have to,” I answered, suddenly embarrassed by my own body’s responses.”Yes,” she said. “Yes I do.” With that she began to unbutton the top of my pajamas. I wear men’s flannel pajamas to bed because they are so much more comfortable than the nightgowns my mother used to buy for me to sleep in. I watched rather helplessly as Harini unbuttoned every button and pushed the top off my shoulders. She scooted herself closer so I was forced to.