The guy was u*********s when they pulled him from his wrecked car. Not from injuries, that was simply how drunk he was.We all went to our homes, the p...ans for the night canceled. When I got up the next morning, dad was in the living room going through the paper as he drank his coffee. I asked him why he was not at work, and he said he was taking the day off. “Pete, I don’t know what to say. I know you loved that car, but I looked it over and the frame is bent. The good news is, the other guy’s. I do not know this. I only know that I want this woman who is standing alone wanting me.I know that she does not see me as the ideal man. I do not look like He-man, the Marlboro Man, or Magnus. I have heard how many women perceive me. I remind them of a professor they once had. The one who could have enjoyed their charms, if only they could breach his defenses. The staid Dr. Henry Walton Jones, Jr. who could become Indiana Jones and whisk them off on romantic adventures. Studious and serious. When I walked in her back door Gail was at the stove stirring some kind of concoction that I didn't immediately recognize. She looked over her shoulder as she heard the back door open. She gave me a big welcoming smile as she said. "Hi Ryan. I hope your hungry. I'm making a stir fry with beef strips." I'm always hungry." I answered, sitting at the table. A little food before sex was a good thing.After dinner she boldly asked me. "Please spank me Ryan. It's been several days and I've been a bad. Hearing this angelic voice rejoice in orgasm would be reward enough. It is more blessed to give than to receive, I giggle to myself.Next, this minx is offered the fingers that explored her wet canal to lick her own juices off. I take my own digits between my lips and suck on them, enjoying my own slightly acidic taste. I hum on my fingers, letting them vibrate, imagining it is your cock that you offer me to lick clean from my secretions. You love it when I come from you gently caressing my clit.