...see?" All evening she had been groping my cock on the dance floor and humping me so that I could feel her cunt on my thigh. I figured she hadn't lo...t her interest so I moved her hand up my leg towards my crotch. I felt her hand resist for just a second then relax. I placed her hand on my pants where my hard-on was emerging. She tentatively felt it with her fingertips. I pushed her hand down on my cock and she wrapped her hand around it through the cloth. I unzipped and then placed her hand. Do you understand that, my son?" He placed his aged hand on Michael's wrist as emphasis. Michael told him he thought he did understand. Len smiled and began his story. 3 "Always I remember life on the farm, Michael. It was always there for me, and in time I was there for it. I and my father worked hard, but we also played hard. He enjoyed an occasional night with his friends, a night of cards, wine, and conversation. I had afternoons of fishing, of exploring the woods. I also had nights of. I could see the starting of a tent in his pants. ‘Want to buy this woman a drink? We could get to know one another better that way.’ Turning to the bartender Jerry says, ‘Would you give this woman a ..’ And he looked at me, ‘I’m sorry, I forgot to ask you what you’d like. You look like a vodka gimlet type of person. Am I right?’ ‘You are very close, so very close, but I prefer gin with my lime.’ ‘Bartender, a gin gimlet for Ms?’ and he looks at me. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Roxy. And you are?’. “Stop that at once! Do you hear! Stop it!”Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We’re gonna carry on till we jizz our loads. Sir realizes he’s fighting a losing battle.“Oh fuck it! See if I care.”He sits down at his desk and he just lets us get on with it. He looks proper embarrassed but now he’s realised he can do nothing about it.So yeah, we’re on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davies move their books out of the way to give us more room. I’m lying on top of Brad. We’re.