My work finished he turned around to take the soap off me. I certainly could not miss the sight of his cock rising thick and hard towards his belly. ...ir soaped my chest. He lathered my cock and balls, ran the soap all over my prick. My cock shivered and throbbed in his hands. Again he passed the soap back to me. The bubbles frothed in the hair on his chest. As I soaped his prick I felt the veins running along his thick shaft, felt the tremors pass through his hard meat. He took the soap and. At least that is what her driver's license said. Then from her Facebook account, I found that she was an aspiring actress. You couldn't be an actress without being on Facebook it seemed."Marty you sly dog," I said quietly aloud. Marty knew most of the time my life was boring as hell. The Pros could shoot fifty hours of tape to get fifteen minutes of entertainment from my real life. It looked as though ole Marty had decided to better his odds and lessen the risks to his investment return. He had. For about fifteen minutes we lay there until eventually Meg said, “Come on Bob, I need a shower, and the way I pump pussy juice out of my snatch every time I come, I’m sure you need one as well.”After showering and washing each other’s backs, I got dressed and was just about to leave, when Meg said. “Bob do you play bridge?”“I do,” I said, “but I’m not all that good at it.”“As long as you know the basics, some friends and I like to get together once in a while but we’re one short, so if you. I stepped closer to the door that separated the kitchen from the garage. Kate switched on the radio and their conversation continued, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. Frustrated, I headed off to the word shop to finish up on a project. I had heard enough to make my mind spin.After about an hour of work in the wood shop, I decided to call it quits for the day. I peered out in to the drive way and saw an empty space where the SUV usually sits, so I knew Kate was gone. I headed into.