It seems harmless, I ignore it and move on, but suddenly feel the caress of a whisper against my long right ear, "Mankoi naa lle e' su'h y' asca, nind... cath?" If I'm not hallucinating, the language explains the elusiveness of its bearer. I turn quickly to see nothing but forest. Then the touch of something against my left ear sends me searching rapidly in the other direction. I reach there and discover a small white rose. "lle naa n'e en' sul ar' weary, tender edhel," I hear again behind me,. “Yes, her step-mom,” Haley said, walking up. “I’m Haley Simon, wife of Bill Simon, Deena’s dad. And you’re...” and she fixed him with something less than a glare, but more active than a simple look.“Uhh, Randy. Randall Crater.”“Oh, Haley said. “Has it always been Crater? Or was it spelled C-R-E-D-E-U-R at one time? Cajun or not?”“Uh, I dunno...”She smiled. “You need to up your game, boy. You don’t even know who YOU are, much less who Deena is. Or me.”“Damn...” he said. “Shot down twice...”“Oh,”. I stayed up till around 1am fooling around on xhamster....hehehe. I fell asleep on the lazy boy because its way more comfortable than the stupid couch. I was having an erotic dream and my shit was rock hard, next thing I know I feel hands on my thighs and rubbing my cock over my shorts. All I'm thinking about is my wife wants some cock. I'm up by now but lay there like I'm still asleep, I feel my shorts being pulled down and my cock swings out. I hold my breath because I know what's going to. “I think I look hotter then any of these women on here”, she said, “I bet pics of me doing that would be the most popular on here. I even think we could start a pay website and people would pay to see them.” So she was thinking about taking this beyond just meeting a few guys from the internet and using them for sex. I had already made some money from selling a movie so I guess she had figured out the profit potential too. “Beth”, I said, “Doing that is way beyond where we said we were going to.