I guess so." You ladies going anywhere?" he asked."Not for a few hours." Want to go upstairs?"That was a bit abrupt for most parties. Most guys led in...o things a little more slowly. Did she want to get laid? She hadn't the night before, not really. Oh, there'd been Ernie, but that hardly counted as 'getting laid'. That was a casual spur of the moment thing with him showing off his equipment... in more ways than one. And the group thing didn't count as getting laid, not in the more serious way. . and a shame he had neglected to tell me about her in the first place! (And before you ask, i was a bit younger and more naive back then. Now i just take what pleasure i can get, when i can and wives can deal with the fallout afterwards.)With regard to Sharon, the Internet permitting, you should have received a letter from her about eight hours after the report on me carrying out my punishment. I'm currently working on the letter from her to her daddy describing what happened when he and Tommy. We kept our mouths shut and did what we were told to do.” Lev said. Even now, the habits of decades separated his mind from his mouth. He wanted to avoid a political discussion. Inwardly, he wondered at Oleg’s exuberant “we” and invocation of the Motherland. His tone rang falsely for a condolence call on a former comrade in the Competent Organs. Oleg was a Young Pioneer in knee pants when the tanks rolled into Prague, ’68. Lev was there. That shameful episode was service to the Motherland? What. Receiving a nod in answer I take Your lunch pale and hard hat placing them on the side table. I watch you ease off Your work boots and shrug off Your over shirt. Leaning in for a hug and kiss, wrapping my arms around Your neck and pressing my body firmly against You. A moan escapes my lips so You grasp me tighter before pulling away to sit and relax.I decide to grab You a cold beer from the fridge. I crack it open while walking back in to sit next to You. As I hand You the beer I lean in and.