When I got done I went up to the house. I peeked through the screen door and saw Bubba standin' there with the shotgun in his hand and an old, and man...I do mean O-L-D, couple sittin' on the couch in front of them. A little golden, haired girl stood nearby. She was lookin' at Bubba like she wasn't scared at all. It made me feel all protective toward her. This tiny little thing just standin' there and lookin' at big old Bubba. Her eyes all wide and innocent. Not a trace of fear in them. I. She let her palms rest on my hairy thighs, both palms on each thigh. I kissed on each sides of her left boob. I kissed between her boobs, than started kissing her right side boobs same like i did with the left one. She breathed heavy once and tries to get composer.She brought her palm on my neck and started caressing my neck and my back. She was caressing so lovingly, i forgot what i was doing for a while. My palms start caressing her curves at her waist, and feel the softness of her skin, i. I was even more confused. I said, "But ... what ... are you... ?!"I didn't even know what to ask. I just wanted to understand. I didn't want there to be some violent confrontation between these two men. For one thing, my much smaller husband would surely lose a physical altercation.Blake laughed quietly and said, "I didn't have to speak to your husband. I know your husband." You know my husband!" I exclaimed. "Where did you meet my husband?"Blake responded, "I have never met him before last. Then as time went on, things went a bit sour, so when she got pregnant we thought it might force us to work on our marriage. So being shut off like this was killing me and, not wanting to cheat on Rita, I was left with old rosy palmer to reduce the tension. I haven't beat off this much since I was a k** and to be honest, it wasn't getting the job done. From the time I hit high school, I never had a problem getting laid, mostly due to my personality. Not that my equipment was inadequate, about.