"Uh, should we continue the game here?" asked Lester awkwardly. He sensed the strange sexual tension between Eleanor and Joey and it made him uncomfor...able. He didn't like Herman's loud, rough cousin and Lester wished he would go away."Man forget that game, let's just hang out," cajoled Joey. "What are you guys drinking? Let me have one." Uh, we have wine coolers in the fridge," muttered Herman, giving his friends an apologetic look."Wine cooler?" snorted Joey with derision. "What a fag drink!. I didnt know you had a tattoo she commented wha&hellip,&hellip,. Oh that, it was a statement I made when I was 40. (It was only a small cartoon character on my shoulder) I thought I could be rebellious but I was only brave enough to have a small one done 40! I dont believe it Sure am, and that was a few years ago She now turned to look at me almost scrutinising me. Well you look a lot better than my dad youve kept yourself in shape. (he was pretty rotund to say the least) Why thank you kind. “I’ve never felt so turned on before” he whispered, his lips moved to my neck as he placed his hand on my thigh, and in minutes we were touching each other on the cramped back seat of the squad car.“I don’t have long before I have to report in” he spoke softly, “Do you want a quick one then” he thought a second and said “Yes”, as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to just above his knee, his cock was hard and protruding upwards, my hand roamed over him and he sighed. His hand was. But it was hard to resist the urge. His wife, Beatrice Benoit, a seven hundred million year old hive mind with her consciousness spread across three solar systems and several trillion bioforms, had managed to get her latest body stuck fast into a few strands of spiderwebbing. This made sense, considering her latest bioform was a spider: Six arms, two legs, eight eyes which fanned out to either side of her delicate nose, cute little fangs, the whole deal.“Darn...” Bea scowled, her mandibles –.