”“And then your mother called. They decided it as well, though she still grilled me for a few minutes. I guess she decided I’m good enough for y...u. No objections, she said, from either of them. So, if you’ll have me…”I grinned, “Let’s ditch this dive.” We slammed down the rest of our wines, settled up quickly in cash, and walked off the sudden flush of alcohol to her house. She led me to her room and struck what some men might consider a provocative pose and said, “So, class, for your. She had then asked Sue, “Do you think Gary would like it?”She remembered the answer vividly. “Sweetness! If he’s anything like Walt and every other fucking man I know, he would. Also, so would I.”This had earned a topic change from Gretchen.Her thoughts returned to the present, and the fact that she was still sitting half naked in a salon treatment room. She stood up and wiggled on her panties and jeans. “Dammit,” she thought, “my crotch feels fucking on fire.”It got worse as she hobbled around. And louder. She couldn’t hold back anymore. AAAAHHHHHHH, don’t stop, PLLEAAAAASEEEEE...She screamed while her orgasm washed over her body, feeling an explosion in her soul she had never felt before. I enjoyed hearing her voice and wished I could see her. While she was lying there, her energy completely drained, me still not able to see her. I let my fingers touch her beautiful naked body. She twitched every time I got close to her nipples or between her legs. She then put her hand on my arm.. "You're a peach!"She smiled up at him. "I want my man to be comfortable. Besides, I'll like the way your bare ass will be framed by the elastic waistband and the bands that run around your thighs, close to your crotch."Rick blushed. "Thanks." I'll like the way the pouch will display your cock and balls, too."His blush deepened.---The cashier's eyes widened when she saw the number of athletic supporters that Stephanie placed on the checkout's conveyor belt. The cashier was a young woman - a.