He was bigger, stronger, and I instinctivelyreacted to his deeper voice. He towered over me. I sort of took adefensive position against the wall as I ...ooked up at him.He demanded, "What are you doing here?" Working." You know what I mean."This conversation reminded me of the one we had on Friday night rightafter the game. But, then he had been so eager to get in my pants that hecouldn't think of anything else. Now that he'd had me, he seemedembarrassed by what he had done with his best. " Do you know where back home is precisely?" Just what Brenda said; somewhere near Boston, wasn't it?" Do you know where he went to school, or even if he went to college?" Errr, no. I get your point."I chuckled, "Stranger going into her pussy; stranger coming out." I loved taunting my wife.Stacy threw her napkin at me.I asked, "You going to see him again?" No, not interested. He's is one handsome dude and is loaded with testosterone, muscles, and sex appeal, but beyond that I didn't resonate. He picked up cues telling him it was working: drawn out throaty sounds and spasms of contractions. But not enough, he weighed. He (reluctantly) removed his hands from her breast, and roamed downward: tickling her belly and fingering her navel and then brought down to her pubic. Finding her clitoris, pressed it harder against his thrashing sheathed penis. And to add a twirl to this cocktail, he thought wryly. He raised his right knee and planted his foot on the toilet seat. The change of the. Obviously that responsibility fell on the women mostly although some men had been clipped."As your mother and his son grew up, we faced new challenges to make sure they suspected nothing, although we later learned they had witnessed some things through the window from time to time when the designated babysitter fell down on the job. But as the years passed and the two k**s got closer and closer to adulthood, it was harder to keep it under wraps. And you grandfather was getting kinkier with.