” We chatted a bit longer than we hung up so he could drive.When he got home he pulled me in for a hug. “Why don’t we sit down. We still have a ...ew minutes before the rice is done.”“Recliner,” I said. “You sit. Me on top. If you can stand the smell of fry grease.” Spending a day in a fast food restaurant means you come home smelling like a deep fat fryer.“Nope,” he laughed. “Makes you smell like French fries.”“You’re terrible,” I giggled.“Terribly glad that you’re home. I missed you.”“I miss. I liked to watch TV, and especially old movies, and read a lot of good, old books. (Somehow, now that practically ALL the authors are women, the quality of books seems to have gone down the tubes - in my opinion. But DON'T tell anyone I said that or I could get arrested or something!) I liked the way guys USED to dress, and tried to dress that way as much as possible. So I stayed away from the spandex and the Speedos. We have a pool in our backyard, and even though they don't sell the old kind. “I want a good show after the top of the seventh inning.” (At this point, the game was in the sixth inning.)Dani tried to focus as she looked for some rock songs she could really move to. Jack let her look for a few more minutes. After a short time, he parted her pussy lips and inserted his middle finger into Dani’s increasingly wet crease. “Since I’m in such a good mood, Danielle, I’m going to give you a choice,” Jack stated. “You may either get up and begin your dancing, or, you can relax. “I love Cuda’s little digs, Tempe. I kinda know he’s doing okay when he jokes with me ... or us like that,” Sammy responded and gave me a little wink of support.“Yeah, I can see that,” Tempe softly said as she shut her locker.“Is something going on with you, Mike?” Elizabeth whispered as she stepped up beside me at my locker.“I’ll tell you later, Lizzie. Promise,” I replied in a hushed voice.“Okay. You know Brad and I are here for you, right?”“And I appreciate that, more than you know, Liz,” I.