"Michael, get your brothers and sisters together, pack some clothes for them and get them out to your mother's van." Ah Dad," he said tentatively. I c...uld see it in his face. I had just broken the first rule. I didn't care."Michael, I don't care. Get Lane to help you." I turned to my wife, "Andy can you help Amanda pack? She is leaving and staying with us."Andy just nodded. Grimacing with pain--yes we are going to the doctor tomorrow, damn the costs--she went to Amanda and helped her up. I went. We both laughed a little at that, but I am the only one that really got the joke.The next day I called her and she greeted me with, "You're an asshole! Because of you the player thinks I am interested in him and wants my number, you asshole!" "Did you give it to him?" No! "Why would I?" I don't know, maybe get him to do a three way with us." No way!"I laughed at that and asked, "So, how was it?" You mean, "In church?" Yea." I was close to cumming twice, and had to run to the bathroom because I. I started jerking off outside in wooded areas more often and avoiding more public areas. Then I got sent to another job across the country for a week. This time I was with three other guys and we had one car. I did manage to break away each night and go for a walk. I would walk over to a certain "super center" store, and look for downblouse shots. It's also funny some of the reactions you get when you walk right up to a woman in a store and look down her shirt at her tits. If no one else was. I want to watch you.” Mia leaned over and kissed Natalie deeply as she repositioned herself on Natalie’s left thigh. Her slippery slit spread open on Natalie’s leg, partially on her stocking. The rough friction of the lace stocking top felt so good against the hood of her clit. She clutched the arm of the chair, and Natalie’s shoulder and began to slide back and forth on her thigh. Each time she slid forward, her swollen button dragged against Natalie’s stocking, making her cunt drip creamy.