So he decided to stop off for a couple of drinks before heading home to keep on working. He knew he was working too much, with little time for his per...onal life, but these things went in cycles and he knew that when these projects were complete he was in for a couple of months of down time. Still, he had to finish, and the Rock Bottom was just down the street. He walked to the bar, and ordered a bourbon and water. He drank that one quickly, and asked for another. As he waited for the second. . right there... yes, that's it... like that," Julie's words were interrupted now by her husband's middle finger slithering wetly up under the tight elastic leg of her now warmly moistened panties. The hotly probing tip teased and slid around and about her thinly bearded vaginal slit for a few delicious moments which Julie groaned out her pleasure in a soft, passion-laden voice.Gary reached under his wife's dress now with his other hand and slowly rolled her panties down over her smoothly. Tripping once again, Carson face-planted onto the grass with his body folded over something big and cylindrical lying on the lawn. “What the hell is that?” “A B61 thermonuclear bomb,” Carson said, snickering into the grass. “Do you like it?” “Are you kidding?” Karen tried pushing on the weapon with her foot. It displayed a surprising solidity; the kind of solidity which made Karen step back for fear of scrambling the contents of her ovaries. “Not kidding,” Carson muttered, rolling onto his. Kelsey and Chelsea. We tell people we’re twins, even though I’m the tall brunette with ample boobage and she’s the tiny little flat-chested redhead. She’s as much of a slut as I am, and she’s also got a really tasty pussy. That’s the best reason for a sleepover with your BFF, after all. Well, that and gossip.Anyway, that night we were in my room, sitting around with just long t-shirts on, comparing notes on which boys were actually worth doing. Of the eight or so I’d had since Jeff took my.