He’d rarely seen me dressed like this, and never around his friends.“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked, smiling at their stunned expres...ions. “Eddie, will you help me in the kitchen.” Eddie, Glenn’s best friend since First Grade moved like a zombie, standing and moving toward the kitchen without his eyes ever leaving my body. I could see his hard-on bulging out the front of his jeans. My outfit certainly had an effect of him. “You know where the glasses are,” I said as we entered the. I think you were seven. Do you remember the frog?" Dad, I was seven." I haven't heard that one," Jessica said with interest.So on the trip back, my father proceeded to tell Jessica about the time I put a frog down Marcia McClellan's blouse. Jessica was having a good time laughing.That was until we pulled into the apartment complex driveway. She became very quiet at that point."Jessica," my father said in a no nonsense voice, "every one of us has said unpleasant things to our parents." I. Her eyes found a middle-aged woman in a pants suit sitting on the other side of the bus. The woman smirked at her, her eyebrows raised. Sally’s face went as red as the inside of a watermelon and hurriedly hit the stop button, the bus coming to a halt at the next stop. She disentangled herself from the mass of people and climbed off, standing in a street still half-an-hour away from her house. She wasn’t sure what was worse: the embarrassment or the unsatisfied lust. She started her walk home,. We crawled inside thepickup and my lovely wife proceeded to get naked. Sheencouraged me to pull my pants and underwear off and puther head in my lap. My wife sucked my raging hard-on in the pickup as Istared off into the darkness. When my erection wassufficiently hard she got on her knees on the front seatof the pickup and waved her rear end at me. I didn’thesitate to get on my knees and sink my cock into herwaiting pussy. It wasn’t long before I found myselfbucking back and forth.