His voice, that is." We were lying side by side on the carpet, listening to her favourite vocalist singing romantic songs in a deep, caressing voice. ...I guess I haven't grown up, yet."Her long, firm thigh was pressed to my side and I was in a quandary. I wanted to kiss her. Actually, I wanted to do much more than that, but I was afraid. Irene was a nice girl and a friend to both my wife and me. If I made a pass at her, I could destroy that friendship."Now Joe? Don't get ideas," she said,. She looked at me , "Oh right" "Here you go" she said as she gripped my balls with her foot and pressed even harder into my crotch with her other gripping my cock and rotating her foot . I looked down, she flexed her toes showing the erotic veins in on her foot , my cock gave way, the next thing i knew my pants were soaked. I pressed her foot harder and blasted again. She rolled her eyes " Go ahead you horny little shit" she said. I continued and let a third load out. She looked at me and. It was 11 pm we sat on a bench besides the road suddenly we became quiet and approached each other I was little scared to initiate things as I used to like her a lot and dint want to screw things up she put her lips and mine and we smooched, my ears went deaf and I forgot everything we smooched for some time this was the smooch where I was feeling there were a lot feelings there we dint talked afterwards she dropped me home we said bye I got no message from her for one hour finally I messaged. Dunstan’s. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn’t a ‘Dramedy’ category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you’d like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. Next Year in Alice Springs It was another drippy Wednesday in England. I puttered around the house all day, and a peek into the Quilting Room showed it empty. I’d been dear friends with Mary Sterns, Sheila Button and Mavis Hazelton, all grandmothers in their early sixties, since my arrival at St..