“You think you’re man enough to handle both of us?” Shayla asked me. “I think it would be fun trying to find out,” I admitted. It was fun. A...ter cleaning up the dinner detritus, Shayla showered then emerged naked from the bathroom. It took Sandra about twelve seconds to strip down to her birthday suit. “Are you going to sit there clothed while the two of us are naked?” Shayla asked me. I shrugged, stood up from my chair, stripped out of my polo shirt and dropped my trousers to my ankles. “The. We had become friends because whenever there was something that needed to be done that required assistance he was there and I never needed to ask. Henry had confided in me that he had trouble sexually because his wife, Veronica no longer excited him. He was approaching 60 years old and I had formed the opinion that Henry thought he was losing his sexual drive. My wife, Sue also told me that Veronica was sexually frustrated as Henry did not show interest in her and at times she was very unhappy.. I pulled the car off the road and stroked her hair with the other one.Eventually, she sniffed and looked at me again. “I stayed hidden, digging in at night, and moving only a little each day, until I came across a road – which I didn’t dare cross in case I was seen.”“And then I came along,” I said.She nodded and the tears began to flow once more. “And then you came along and ... you know.”“I understand.”She squeezed my hand hard.“If you hadn’t stopped ... Thank you for stopping!”“My bladder. I massage her gently and wonder how well we will know each other after tonight, but quickly push that distraction away. She brings her head back up and gives me a kinky smile, pushes off the wall and puts the both of us into a spin, so that I’m the one against the wall. She’s more patient than me. She likes to stay a step further back, so that she can look my body up and down and caress me distantly, as if we’re starting over. She brings her mouth to my each of my nipples and spends plenty of.