“Logan,” Sandra said. “Will you pull the beads out of my ass soon. I need that so badly.”“Soon sweet Sandra. First I want to suck on Don’s...cock. Look at it. It’s fucking hard as rock!” She rubbed the bulge in my pants firmly, giving me another quick lick across the mouth. “Isn’t that fucking gorgeous.”“Mmm.” Sandra replied taking her turn, then opening the fly on my pants and reaching inside. I felt her cool fingers slide around the shaft before she pulled it out into the cool air. Logan. He knew Jessy was right and that it was silly to be embarrassedabout this situation he was forced into yet he just couldn?t help it. Hisnew look did give him some increased confidence however and after takinga few deep breaths he finally opened the door and stepped out in thehall, heading to the living/shooting room nervous, but also proud in away.As the door opened everyone immediately turned their attention to him andjust like his jaw had dropped before seeing the results so did. I hurried across the road, pursuing her. I pushed through the revolving door of the department store just in time to see her head up the escalator to the first floor. She was tall, willowy, with red hair, a dark green mac tied at the waist, and bare legs beneath. My impulses drove me on, following her up. At the top, I paused, looking around the shop floor. A few people milled around the place, women of all ages looking over racks of clothes. I took a few steps into the vast space, my eyes. Her lips twitched up into a slight smile as she passed a pair of stockers. She could hear them whispering about her, and could feel their eyes on her. At thirty years old, she couldn’t help but smile when two such young men found her attractive, despite her inability to have any sort of relationship since her divorce. With Thanksgiving dinner and a week’s groceries in her basket, Rachel returned to her ten-year-old Oldsmobile for the short trip home. She had no more than pulled into the.