I’d never expose her to that. Her mother would kill me. We’re just putting together some guitar-flute programs. I’m trying to work out a way for...her to get more exposure. She’s brilliant.”“Interesting,” Donna said. I thought it was a curious kind of look she exchanged with Livy.We each got a hug in our sweaty grimy clothes. Livy and I headed for my truck. I was just a little distracted when I drove toward home, thinking that in a few minutes, Donna would undoubtedly strip out of those work. And a Viagra. The recommendations weren’t for substituting something physical for something mental. Some people joked that their kits were filled with chocolate. But the speaker was talking about having things like a CD with a piece of music that always makes you happy, an uplifting poem, a baby picture of your child, or a ribbon you won at the 4H Fair. It was to be filled with things that would remind you that life is fundamentally good, even if you are having a bad day, and that you are. As I was driving down Parish Rd. I found that I couldn't keep her out of my mind, I kept thinking about eyes, her lips, or her lips on my dick, her hands stroking my shaft begging for me to fuck her. God I needed to get off, and bad. The stop-and-go traffic was definitely not what I needed at that point. I got home however, safe and sound. The voice of Cap, my dog, singing greeting praises in my ear. No time for that I thought, I needed to let go and I needed it now. Taking the stairs 2 at a. "Mr. Adams!" she screamed just before her body went limp against his. He pulled her away slowly from the wall, still playing with her breast when she started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" he asked, pulling his other hand from her stomach so he could reach down to undo his own shorts. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she confessed, pointing her toes so that she could stand on her own. She turned to face him and helped him push the shorts down, first using her hands and then using her.