As she placed the food on the table, one by one the men reached up and stroked her nylon-covered legs.One was so bold as to run his hand right into he... crotch. Susan never flinched but just smiled at the men. Later, she brought a round of beers to the same table and went through the same roaming hands. Except for the bravest guy, who ran his hand back to her crotch and started to knead her covered twat. She slowly reached down, and grabbing his hand, moved it to his own lap. She did drag her. He came off to me as sort of a hippie outdoorsy typewith a splash of intellectual combined with cute traces of fakedidiocy. We've had our share of disagreements, but overall, he was agood provider, he was cute, he made me laugh, and he could carry on anintelligent conversation.Rick had really matured over the last several years, he stopped bingedrinking, and gave up hunting animals - finding that shooting them witha camera to be more rewarding. His latest hobby, studying the AmericanIndian. Meilin closed her eyes and breathed in from her tea cup deeply. “It smells wonderful and the cakes look delicious.” Rather than daintily taking one she simply picked it up and tore it open. She pulled a hot steaming section out to eat and ate it with relish. “Thank you for inviting me,” she said.“Thank you for coming,” I replied. I sipped my own tea.She looked around at my home. “Tea, bees, plants, this reminds me of my childhood on grandfather’s farm. Good memories. But, about today. I wanted. Jessica stood there and asked if I wanted company watching TV. I said that I sure would.She came in and we started watching television but I could tell that she had other things on her mind. It wasn’t 10 minutes before we were kissing and about 10 more before we were in my bedroom. I got to fuck her twice and I made sure she left feeling very satisfied. She sure liked her pussy eaten! After that, she started coming over a couple times a week…and we didn’t even pretend to watch TV. This lasted.