He is still wearing his tux but he can't walk since this pant is toolong. His shoes are too big too. He started to speak and he has asouthern, black...rural dialect. Also, his pitch is very high. He said,"Why are you staring at me?"The guests were shocked, they left very quickly. Georgette took him fromthe dinner room and to the bedroom suite. Georgette took his tux off andput on a pair of PJ (his PJ). The PJ top was too tight since his breastsbut Georgette put them on anyway.Stephen. It was an incredible sensation to have two different mouths on me at the same time. Soon I had two hands stroking me between my legs. One was running his finger between my wet slit and one making circles around my now hard clit. I spread my legs to give them better access as they continued to stroke me and play. I realized I couldn’t tell who was doing what, but it felt so good I didn’t care. My hands started touching them everywhere, shoulders, smooth muscled chest, abs and lower. When I. That was then. And this,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, “is now. Come into the kitchen and help me with supper. And molest me a little, stud.” “I’ll molest you a lot, babe,” I chuckled. “Good, because it’s been a while for me, and I seriously need to be wanted again,” Carrie said softly. I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Carrie from behind and kissed her where her neck and shoulder come together. She threw her head back and moaned softly as I trailed kisses. I've never met his wife or son. They weren't with him today; I guess I would meet them at another time.Milton is a story of his own. His friends call him Bear since he kind of looks like one. I'll refer to him both ways in this story. He is an ex-biker that rode with a pretty rough group of guys. He had pretty much stopped hanging with the biker group when I first met him. He told me he was too old to be fighting every weekend.We met the weekend after I enlisted. Even though I was only twenty,.