‘Are you single, Andy?’ she asked him, while looking him straight in the eye. ‘Yep.’ he replied, then asked ‘Why? Are you?’ ‘Kinda. I ha...en’t been in a serious relationship in years, but I’m seeing people.’ she replied, then added ‘So… when was your last relationship?’ ‘You tell me first.’ he said looking at her. He was still trying to figure out if she was flirting or if she was just being extremely nosey. ‘Well… my last relationship with a guy was like four years ago, didn’t end well. Since. She sobbed and talked and somehow managed to get him to understand that she needed him now. He'd have to leave work and come to her. She needed him at least this one last time. It was bad, she said, very bad.I sat on the arm of the chair and looked over at my stricken wife.Oh, for the record, I'm Mickey O'Rourke. Age twenty-nine. I've been an electrician almost since I left high school when I was apprenticed to my uncle Donald. If it matters, I'm five-seven, maybe one-sixty, and average in. Melony then slung her head over the other side of the table and came face to face with Carl’s cock. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to allow his large cock into her mouth. She reached around him grabbing his ass, pulling him in closer forcing his cock down her throat, there was some gagging but that soon subsided. With all of her holes filled and a look of ecstasy on her face she reached for Jamie to stroke his cock. Her hand began working on Jamie, then she began swallowing Carl’s. She grinned and shook her head. "Nope," And with that she shot out thedoor. I quickly followed, it felt so nice to have a warm coat on for achange. Even if it was a girls coat. Of course that worked out well forme, as I sure looked like a girl.Driving the truck was a very different experience with high heels on.Nicole kept giggling as I struggled to keep my feet on the pedals. Shewas sitting in the middle of the truck and rubbing my legs as we drovealong. I saw her shift in her seat a few.