In the case of few men that were both seeking women that far exceeded the years that a woman could realistically conceive a c***d, there was the grann... or colloquially referred to as the Gilf. This seemingly uninteresting and purportedly undesirable, but quite often not wholly unattractive option represented an obviously overlooked and obstensibly inconceivable alternative to unending masturbation which simply attempted to simulate sexual stimulation and release of tension combined with the. "He chuckled; I could hear dark amusement in his voice. "Sounds kinda like a date. Are you sure you—" Look, shut up, do you want to or not," I asked, feeling panic's hot tendrils flailing at me."Fine," he said. "Fine. I'll be by to pick you up in twenty minutes."Whew! "Great!" I said. "See you then." And then hung up.And then felt the situation settle around me like a wet blanket. Had I just gotten out of one stupid situation, only to step into another one?Out of the frying pan, right?Great.Sa. " Barbara gasped, her eyes going wide.Glen tugged at her and pulled her right to the car. No one seemed to notice anything funny. Maybe it was her brother or father or husband. Besides, Barbara wasn't struggling.Actually, she was stunned. It didn't really register with her until the man was pushing her into the back seat of the car. He placed his big hand between her naked shoulder blades and gave her a shove.Barbara cried out breathlessly and landed right on her tits across the rear seat. The. 'Crawling closer, his mouth neared it and, excruciatingly, stopped, his eyes looking quickly into mine as if I might push him away at the last moment. I smiled reassuringly and again he shifted closer on his knees and, as if fulfilled, tongued it brushingly and kissed it ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.My hands came to the sides of his head and, after a few seconds, very gently pushed him away. He moved away longingly but easily, looking into my eyes with gratitude. He looked down into.