Shit! I had a headache – thanks to the booze and lack of sleep – and I wasn’t in the mood to drive around town from one love nest to the other. ... decided to simply catch a sorely needed nap. I don’t know why I didn’t do it before but, for the first time, I decided to pack a gun. My little .38 would help me feel better. Suppertime came and went with still no sign of Martha. I knew that when I meet her tomorrow, she would be well fucked. I hope she will not come to meet me and offer me. He tastes good, his breath smells fresh and clean. His teeth feel really smooth, his tongue, boy, his tongue is alive, it’s everywhere. He pulls me close, my breasts flatten against his chest. I run my hands over his back---I just feel I have to know every part of him. His penis slides up my thigh so it’s laying flat between us. Somehow he has managed to have it positioned so it's pushing on my labia! It’s difficult not to aware of his erection now sticking between my thighs. I put my. My cock grew and strains against my pants trying to stand erect. I take the sight of you in more slowly, looking you up and down and give a sly smile. I asked where daughter is and you say that shes spending two nights at a friends house for the weekend. Its Thursday afternoon. We have tonight, a teacher work day tomorrow and a full day Saturday before we pick her up. Puzzled, I ask if you took Friday off and you say you did. I am a little stunned that you would do that. But then I put two and. "I don't know that I would have exercised as much self-restraint."Jo glanced at me with a twinkle in her eye. Smiled."Stoney goes on about your music," Brad said."Oh, he's not bad himself. We cross genres like nobody's business." We?" Brad blurted."Yeah. You didn't know he plays banjo?" Uh, that's not on his curriculum vitae on the company website," Brad answered."See, Brad, Stoney's hiding things from his co-workers," Jennie said.Jo fixed me. "Honey, as good as you are, you didn't tell them?".