It was then and there I discovered I needed to have some business cards printed.At least, however, I had three instances of exposure and thus far, oka.... I was on my way to the coffee shop for a real test with my partner and some of the gang, regular morning coffee crowd at a big coffee shop near the University.I pulled in to park at the oil company tank yard storage because the coffee shop parking was always full. I had to walk across the street and down just a bit to turn into the parking area. At this point, in remembering and telling what occurred, I have often been tempted to invent an ending different from what did happen. The fictional version would have been that I lifted all, after some heaving, to be nicely in place. Then I would relate in triumph how Erna and I, shivering with cold, slipped under the covers to embrace. Not stopped by this ridiculous accident, we quickly warmed up for a night of hot sexual abandon.What happened lacked the sensual heat of my fictional scenario.. “So what did you have in mind?” Jess reached up and lifted her top up over her head. She stuffed into her bag and looked at Sarah. “Feeling brave enough?” It wasn’t as easy for Sarah because of her dress but she soon had the top half unzipped. She the pulled her arms out of the sleeves and tucked the top half into the waist of her dress. It appeared as though she was only wearing a skirt. She had obviously decided not to put her bra back on after her performance; I assumed that she had no. Pulling a woman's towel like that is such bad manners...even if you happen to be fucking that woman day and night." "Oh mom...just take a minute and think of the pleasure I gave you." I decided to give in. "O.K. Andy...you may pull momma's towel whenever you feel like....but there is a condition." "What's that?" "You will fuck your momma as hard as you just did every time you rip my towel off." "Off course, mom" That night, Andy called me into his room and told me that his porn video was ready.