Looking at the clock, he saw it was a quarter past eleven. Shit. Getting to his feet, the lack of lethargy surprised him for the second time that day....I'm sure Marie will be glad to know I enjoyed my nap and didn't help set up at all.He peeked out through the blinds and saw his neighbors and friends standing around chatting. Plumes of smoke wafted over the backyard from the grill where he saw Nick supervising things. Looking around for his wife proved fruitless so he decided she must be. Eric admitted that he was. “You look as if you could do with a cuddle too?” “I'm too old for that!” Eric replied, none too sure of whether his answer was really the one he wanted to give. “No-one's too old for a cuddle, Eric.” With that, she went over to him, lifted him into her arms and went back to her seat, cuddling him firmly to her breast and rocking him gently. “That's not so bad, is it?” She asked. Eric shook his head to agree that it wasn't. “Open wide!” she said, as she fished a. That made me a little uncomfortable. I liked Erin. I didn’t want her to think I had any designs whatsoever on her boyfriend. Although, for the right price, I’d fuck Mr. Ross Brady any way he wanted, then send him back to Erin, panting and spent . . . . Thankfully, she didn’t seem to catch the look her boyfriend gave me. She just prattled on about how she had gone through her entire wardrobe just to find the right dress for the evening. And then, what I had dreaded might happen . . . happened.. C-cup- the bigger boobs always look fake. I hate fake boobs. Theyre like giant, flesh colored balloons. He said, responding to my question. You and William Shatner I counter-replied, although it made no sense at all. He looked at me quakerly, then smirked. Then he asked in a quiet voice, Ignoring that…Have you ever had a fantasy, unno, about a guy? Why, have you? Uhh, yah. Tom said, fishing for my reaction. Well, alright yes. I said, finally confessing. Who was it about? Hmm. I forgot He.