Yea we can each fuck her. Yea Dad, fuck that fat ass.I’d like to tittie fuck her. Yea we could double team her.I thought they were just talking, y...u know fantasies, but…………Barry found stories online about kidnapping and torturing MILF’s. MOM’S I’d like to FUCK.That was Joan. The talk got more intense. Talk of bondage. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck Her Fuck Her.That was all I could think about.We started to call her the Do-gooder.Fuck the Do-gooder. Fuck her hard. Bang the Do-gooder.The planning. Finally, the first officer announced that we were starting our descent, and I was overcome by fresh butterflies. The good kind. The butterflies that get under your skin and make you feel so alive. I hoped that you were feeling them too. Goodness knows we had felt them often enough in our chats, both of us craving that feeling that we get from one another.After about twenty minutes, the plane was on approach to Ninoy Aquino International Airport, and I was feeling a mixture of joy and. I shrugged noncommittally and left it to their imagination.Soon the day came and I was on that coach the second it arrived. I wasn’t entirely convinced that Brenda would show up, because after all, if I was slightly apprehensive about our arrangement, how must she be feeling?But as I swept into the arrivals, there she was. Same fur coat, same shiny hair and same faint air of amusement with the world.As I walked towards her I wondered how we were going to greet each other, because if we seemed. We first met when we were on a softball team together, and we get together pretty regularly to watch a game or 2.After the first game I threw a few hamburgers on the grill and we drank a couple more beers while I cooked. After a few minutes Will had to go in to take a leak. A couple of minutes later he was walking out of my bedroom as we were walking back in, and I almost dropped the plate when I saw what was in his hand. "So, you have been watching 'Bi-Bi For Now'? That is a surprise."I.