They're laughing like they're old friends.The next time I'm at Sherry's, I ask."Oh, that's Lane. He's my next door neighbor. He saved my house when th... dryer caught fire. He helps me with things sometimes." Her eyes kind of twinkled when she said 'helps me with things'."Y'all spend much time together?" Oh, we visit a bit. Maybe twice a week. Sometimes we go out to eat together. He's single, and me, well, I'm a road widow. Neither of us want to cook for one and eat at home all the time." I'd go. As she massaged them she move her hand lower and lower until her index finger was pointed at my bussy. We made eye contact and I gave her an approving look. She slowly thrust her finger into my hole.As she worked my cock with one hand she worked my hole with the other. As started top open and gave myself to the finger fucking more and more she started to work another finger in. I moaned in appreciation. After a good few minutes of this fucking I looked up at her and asked with a wimpier, "More. I couldn't have done it without a lot of help, and from you especially." You can pay me back by being a safe driver, and a safe rider. Okay?" Mr. Piotrowski said with a serious look on his face."Yes, sir, safety first."Scott made the quick trip from the DMV to the high school. It felt pretty good to be riding by himself. He went ahead and parked in the student lot. Classes had already started. He walked to the front office to pay for his parking permit. He had to show his insurance and. And that wasn't the only relationship I needed to be clear about, I realized: I still hadn't told Tina how I'd met Sherri. Would she still want to be with me when she knew?I let out a deep breath. I still had some bridges to cross. But there was not much I could do before I reached them.The first bridge was Christmas presents. Since Sharon had said she was going back to school to become a restaurant critic, I bought a couple of my favorite books about food, along with a book on writing.