Ryan obviously took this as an invitation and leaned over her and put his free hand between my wife's legs. She was wearing track-pants so just lifted...slightly and slipped them down to her knees, letting Ryan see and feel her lacy panties.By this time I had my cock in hand and suggested that we move to the bedroom. My wife stood, kicked off her track-pants, and led Ryan by the cock down the passage to the bedroom. As we went he pulled her panties down over her ass so she paused to strip them. Although he felt awkward doing it, it he also requested a dick pic and dimensions plus a body pic.George sat back and contemplated watching a little TV before going to bed. All of a sudden he heard the distinctive ping sound from his laptop. Then another and another. Finally, he turned off the sound on his laptop as he didn’t want to wake Natalia. To his astonishment he was already getting responses to his posting. By now he had over a dozen and they kept coming. He started to look at the. And I see that there is light – some light – filtering from far away down the hallway. And now Paff I can see his boots. Paff his ripped cargos. And I find it funny that I don’t have the shotgun ready. Paff I can see his shredded, bloody sweater. Paff andhis matted, grungy hair, whipping back and forth as he smacks his head into the brick wall. Paff. Paff. ‘Cypress?’ I whisper. In a blink, he shoots from the corner and past me, to a flashing panel on the wall beyond. ‘CYPRESS!’ I roar –. ” I was hardly in the mood for being badgered especially in front of Donna. It was humiliating and I felt threatened along with utter embarrassment. Donna’s eyes feigned concern. But I knew mom was just being her usual dramatic self. “We’re not so sure.” Donna and I exchanged glances as mother continued. There was a hint of concern on her face, but mostly I saw compassion and a measure of understanding. This was no longer the 1950s and we lived in Chicago. “And that’s OK, Mikey” Donna leaned.