He walked to a sideboard and returned with two glasses and a bottle. "I understand you like brandy." He half-filled the glasses and handed me one. "Pl...ase, sit down," he invited as he returned the bottle to its place and settled himself on a couch, warming the brandy with the friction of his hands.I swirled the liqueur in my own glass, enjoying the aroma before I took a sip. I took the opportunity to study my new companion over the rim of the glass. He was over six feet, much taller than most. I thought that Rog might be gay but he had never given any indication to me, or if Walt knew he never said anything. Rog had never made a direct pass at me but there were the compliments and subtle remarks. I took this as complimentary and got a small thrill from them. One Saturday night after a day on the water with the boat and a party for a few friends, my husband Walt, loaded the music with many of the slow dance tunes and mixed us all drinks. Walt had hurt his foot a little that afternoon. He raped you. he said barely audible. And in that moment he started to cry and the whole house woke up as they got up and got dressed. Her dad drove her to the Police Station. They gave a statement, she got examined, and they went home. When they got home they checked all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. They set the alarm system for the first time in a year. They barely got any sleep that night, but they got a call from the police they wanted to meet with Claire and her. Stacy slipped her arms around my waist and I pulled her close as our kiss became more urgent, our tongues seeking out the warmth of each other’s mouth, the frustration of several weeks of no physical contact boiling over into hard, fast, wet kisses. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and my hands moved down to Stacy’s tight ass, pulling her into me, pressing her against my hardening penis. I felt it flex as she pressed into me and she obviously did too because she sighed into my mouth as.