” she sighed pathetically, yet still not attempting to dress while she stood there with her back towards me.“You’re no fool, and you’re not ol...,” I said, carefully embracing her from behind, purposely flexing as many muscles as I could that made direct contact with her skin. “If you were, my cock no sea tan duro como una roca, sí?”She felt my hard cock pressed up against her clothed buttock, and after giving her a few kisses on the neck and cheek, she returned them with a frisky tonguey one of. While nothing fancy, the lunch at a little hole-in-the-wall mom and poptype place was delicious. The scene from the school lot played itself outagain. For the keen observer it would have look like a date the way hedoted over me. After climbing into the truck himself I felt one of hislumberjack hands clap down on my upper thigh. "Did you enjoy your lunch?"He asked, knowing the answer. I simply nodded like a dummy.On the drive back Tom mentioned that there was only one more class today,that was. Yes, my house!I’d bought it when I was single, long before I’d met my ex. It was a three bedroom brick bungalow, in an old residential neighborhood in Westerville. I remember it was listed as a fixer-upper. Boy was that an understatement. The only good thing about it was the price, which was cheap.After nearly two years of upgrades, it more than tripled in value. I liked it then, and I still like it, now.One thing I was smart enough to have to have done prior to my marriage was to have a. They visited Navy Pier, took in a Cub's game, a sightseeing cruise on the Chicago River as well as doing some other sightseeing. The more Ron got to know Amy, the more he thought Kyle had made the right decision in marrying her.Just before they left for Tulsa where Amy's parents lived, Ron had a talk with Kyle. He told him that the brokerage account he had opened just before he joined the Marines in both Kyle and Ron's names was Kyle's to use. He could write a check on the account for any large.