My mind does tend to wander when I’ve taken a girl as far into the realms of bliss as she can go and we are catching our breath, both of us wonderin... if she is up to “Round Two.”Jemma stirred and moved on the bed so she could see and touch my cock. She gently stroked me, and nothing happened. “Teach me, Uncle George,” Jemma whispered.I showed her how I stroked myself to masturbate. Again, nothing happened.Jemma kissed the head of my dick and began to lick around and around the head with her. Normally, I’d wear boxers under them as well, but not with the belt. It wouldn’t be unheard of for her to send me to work without underwear. And it’s far too hot in the shop to wear jeans under the coveralls. I’d melt. Zipping up, I put my watch, wedding ring, and a thick silver chain necklace back on. The necklace acts as my collar when I’m out of the house. It’s very strong and quite pretty, like my wife. And it’s a socially acceptable way to show her ownership of me and my devotion to. Moe followed her gaze. Her pubic hair had been raggedly cut. Some spots so short her skin was visible. Like a ewe sheared with a broken pair of scissors. Mona pushed off Moe’s lap and hurried to the sink. She twisted the faucets until the water flowed full stream. She snatched the Palmolive and furiously scrubbed her naked skin. Starting at the top, she worked her way down until her whole body glowed like a ripe tomato. Moe watched, sick at his stomach and feeling as impotent as a hobo in line. So I though of you -- OK, that didn'tsound so nice, but you know what I mean!!But anyway, Zack was at fly fishing today, and he was real, real nicetoo. And so was Jeff, you remember his partner all the time, and hethinks I'm a girl, and I continued to let him think that too, and so didZack without even chuckling about it. And I asked Jeff why, if he thoughtI was a girl from the start, he had called me gay when I told him aboutcooking class at first; and Zack said, "Because Jeff always says.