Where would Greg take her for lunch? Laura had told him that much, lunch would belong to Greg. Some place dark and romantic, Dan was sure of that much... he knew it would be dark for privacy. Wherever Greg took her would be romantic to set the mood for fucking Laura. Greg might even have her panties in his suit pocket right now, Laura’s panties in his pocket and his hand in her crotch, her pussy, her cunt. Dan decided he better go to lunch, too. Where? Maybe he should ask his secretary to lunch?. And it was at a Nashville Predators hockey game that I discovered a raging hockey fan sitting with me. Who would have thought that my petit and demure PhD. candidate could be so invested in the outcome of a game? Fortunately for me, she had adopted the Predators as ‘her’ team. Fans in the stands for twenty feet on all sides of us were amused as could be at my companion as she led them in cheers for the ‘home’ team.It wasn’t until toward the end of summer when we finally decided to take a trip. ..... ........Masturbate, like immediately, right then and there?I would like to tell you a story that happened to me a while back.I was working in a grocery store as a produce manager, it was kind of a temporary thing, but it was a decent enough job. Well one day I was going through the produce section, checking inventory and straightening up the stock when I hear my name being called. A woman's voice and I turned around and it was an ex-girlfriend of mine. Her name was Maria, and we broken up. That is, if you have nothing on, son?" He half choked on a piece of buttered toast. "N-no, mom; guess I'll stay home and help in the yard or something." His father only grunted, and Glynn knew a vast feeling of relief, then a sensation of exultation. He was going to be alone with her, with his lovely mother; they would have most of the day to themselves! The knowledge shook him to the core, and he clamped his legs together to keep his cock from jumping, crazily. Right in the living room, he.