She said he was a nice guy, but did not elaborate any more. I decided not to dig any deeper and kept driving us home. Needless to say, we fucked like ...razy that night when we got home. I guess we were both hot.A couple of weeks later, my wife and I were celebrating my birthday at our favorite seafood restaurant. We had just finished a great meal with raw oysters, grilled fish and two bottles of wine. We were a little tired, but still wanted to keep the party going. It was about that time. "You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to hear you say the words." Oh, Mom," Jerry said with a soft moan, reaching out and touching his mother's naked upper thigh. "I do want it! And I know what it is you want me to say. You want us to ... fuck ... right, Mom?" Right, Jerry!" Fran laughed. "I need to feel your big cock inside my little pussy!. That meant a hike of about three miles, but they were in good physical condition, so that was no deterrent.They practiced their stealthy moves on the way. Joseph positioned Otto as a flanker on one side of the street while he and George worked on the other side. They practiced dodging from one recessed doorway to the next, and they actually got pretty good at it by the time they got downtown. No matter what, this was fun. They never had the chance to play their own games as youngsters—they. He chalked it up to anxiety, but continued his pleading. "I'll let you get off, anything you want... just let her go!"Down in the valley, the crowd stopped its milling around, beer cans immobilized in mid-air, couples lying in embrace under trees sat up straight; everyone listened. Where was it coming from? The stage was bare, for it was in-between acts. It was a joke, it had to be a joke."How the hell do we know you're telling the truth?" returned Jim. "How do we know you won't turn the cops.