I didn't take Melinda up on her offer but told her, “well, maybe some other time.” Melinda countered, “I really do want to make dinner for you ...ometime, I'm not going to forget.” I agreed saying, “okay, I don't know when, but you can make dinner for me sometime.”Two weeks ago, I came home from work on a Friday afternoon, and was going to my paper box as I normally do after work. Melinda bounded out of her house and her large breasts were swaying as she approached me. I was so fixated on. “What’s with the beard and mustache? You look like you’re going back in the army!” commented Jake Junior.“That’s why I called you all in here. Have a seat.” We all sat down around the coffee table. “Okay, I have something to tell you all. John already knows this, but now you have to hear about it.”“You’re not sick, are you?” asked Missy, a concerned look on her face.John snorted out a laugh at that and I gave him a dirty look. “Only sick in the head. I am filing next month to run for Congress. Even so, they were probably higher than the odds that a high school senior would have been in that same boys' room with his naked French teacher. And they were probably higher than the odds of any of the, er, incidents that seemed to plague my life. Like the time that the woman with the baby stroller knocked me off the bridge and into the lake in Prospect Park.So the whistling was good enough for me. I hustled us into a stall and locked the door. I quickly pushed my pants to my ankles and took. He’s even got four children from his couplings. Not done that over here yet but he is hoping to one day.” My heart skipped a beat. “Bloody hell!” I exclaimed. Trish smiled as she slid the sheaf over my cock, “Now that would make a good storyline wouldn’t it?” “No fucking way,” I told her. Trish leant over and kissed me on the lips before returned to her fittings and clicking the sheaf into place. “There’s no way I would go that far Trish,” I told her. Trish said nothing for a few moments.