But he forgets what the rules are when he's drunk. So we had some fun with him," Pete explained as Art and Zeke laughed. George had a big grin."What'd...he do that was so funny?" Phebe persisted."What was that guy's name?" Art asked."Jerry. Jerry was drunk too and very willing to oblige," George stated to multiple laughs."He put on a show too!" Art grinned.The wine was good and Phebe enjoyed the banter between the guys trying to hide their secret and one-up each other. Zeke finally gave in and. By noon on Wednesday it was all done. I was officially the owner of a five year old Dodge D100 four wheel drive pickup truck. I parked it near the house, then rode my bicycle out to an early dinner.Once home I tried to remember the furniture inside the cabin. I knew the layout well enough. I had bought it from the estate of a factory worker who had died a few years earlier. The estate was handled by his forty something son.I went to his estate sale to check for antiques. I went for two reasons,. You grab your perfectly shaped butt cheeks and spread them apart. You then grab your already torn pantyhose and rip a bigger hole in them. You then step backwards and reach between your legs. You grab my cock and hold it as you lower your sweet moist pussy back to my hard waiting cock. You start to bounce up and down on my cock. I grab your hips as I watch your perfect ass go up and down. You look back at me and tell me to slip a finger inside your ass. I moisten my right thumb as the. Then, he halted abruptly and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I returned his embrace, and cradled the back of his head, letting it rest on my shoulder.I don’t know how long we stood there, before Jasper raised his head, and once again looked at his reflection.“How did you know?”, he asked.I told him I had acted on impulse, and how badly I felt if this had forced him to reveal something about himself that he did not have to share.I then put on my bathrobe, and asked if he would like to talk.