Ilooked back over my shoulder and saw him skinning hisforeskin vigorously back-and-forth, then spurting twobig globs of some very nice-looking cum. He...s such asweet old fellow.When I arrived at Linda's, I said to myself that I washappy that she didn't live farther away, or therewould have been so many Mr. Hensons, I never wouldhave gotten there.I knocked on Linda's door and she greeted me almostimmediately.Linda is a knockout! Tall and gorgeous. Wasp-waisted,with breasts ALMOST as big as. He went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands and the conversation picked up where it left off. There were no significant glances between his wife and myself but I felt evil, dirty, guilty, and like a conspirator. I never had any secrets with my friend before – he even knew my pin number. Now, this was a huge wedge. When I drove home that night all I could think of was what I had done. It was so wrong and yet it felt so fucking good the entire short time. I had rarely felt so fully satisfied.. "That's better!" Tess said."What?" This is the longest time, ever, I ever plan to be on an airplane. I lost the bra."Tess' fashionable, colorful blouse was silk or some comparably thin, flexible, flimsy fabric. It was draped over her ample chest with several folds and gatherings, so it covered her decently enough, although I knew there would be some major-league swaying going on, if she were going to walk around.But it was the middle of the night, the plane's lighting was very subdued, and most. I walked home from school that afternoon; something I vowed never to do again if I could help it. It took me over an hour. And later on at home, the predictable thing happened. The phone rang."Hi, sweetie," Diana's voice purred into my ear. "I missed you today. Wanna come over tomorrow?"Just that. No apologies or explanations. Like nothing had happened."No, Diana. I don't like what you did yesterday, I didn't deserve it, and I won't be coming over to your house tomorrow." FINE, THEN!!" she.