“I just wanted someone to talk with at the bar. I’m not like him.”“Yeah, you can’t keep a woman,” Owen smiled as the door slammed shut wit... Brett outside it.“Are you happy riling him up?” Natasha asked.“Yes,” Owen said with a nod.“I do not drink alcohol,” Hafnan said, frowning. “I wouldn’t have gone to the bar with him.”“I wish you’d told him,” Owen smiled. “Can you get some ice and a towel for me? My rib is really hurting.”“Go,” Natasha sent Hafnan to fetch. “The coins.”“Your father’s paying. They were saying things like, “Lisa’s a spoiled girl!”, while each were taking turns massaging her tits, fingering her vagina, and ramming my wife’s slutty little mouth full of hard dicks. Lisa got her whistle wet on all three pricks but wanted more than that. She was more than ready to be their fuck toy for the night. Steve pulled my wife’s panties off her and then had her lay on the bed with her fanny at the corner of the bed. They both pulled her legs back so my her legs were over her head.. " Okay." Jeff smiled back at her. "I'm Jeff Baker. Nice to meet you."Her smile deepened. "Nice to meet you, too. After two years of living across the hall from each other." Hey, Carrie Anderson. Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" Jeff could not believe he was that direct, and he carefully watched her face as he asked the question.The reaction was not what he wanted. "Oh," she said. The smile disappeared from her face and she returned to emptying her shopping bags. "No,. He liked the sweeping curve of her back, as she bent to eat over the plate. He liked the way her hair floated in the occasional breeze. Her seriousness bothered him. She pulled a sweet pickle from her sandwich and wiggled it. ‘You want?’ He nodded, and leaned forward with an open mouth. Hannah placed it carefully on his tongue. ‘It’s like feeding a baby bird,’ she said, and then licked her fingers. ‘If I was a baby bird you’d have to feed me from your beak.’ A grin brightened her face. It was.