‘Guess thet old lizzard ain’t too partial to some side seasonin’ with his meat, is he? Hells bells! He plumb missed that old hossfly, and he was...movin’ plumb slow too!’ Brownie, wiping the tears from his eyes chuckled too, ‘That’s a sure nuff fact! He did indeed miss that old fly!’ He gave another loud snorting laugh as he continued with, ‘Sure did clear that dadblasted hossfly though, didn’t he? I reckon that old lizzard jumped at least a good three feet in the air! Bet that old hossfly never. " I'm surprised you can walk, wreck notwithstanding," Brad laughed.Carole looked at him. "Bradley Sykes! Don't be coarse."Brad took on his trademarked smirk. "I meant that he's still floating among the clouds," he stated innocently."Yeah. Uh-huh..." Carole gave him a look. "I'm watchin' you, Bradley. And me an' your wife are friends." And my wife adores me," he laughed. "And she knows how YOU are."Okay. Off to work. Double check the 3Sigma stuff. Waste of time, I quickly saw, but I had to do. My hard on presses against your mound. I wonder idly, has anyone ever had the joy of penetrating that glorious ass? Have you ever tasted the different pleasure? Not today. We have the less exotic pleasures to explore. I continue to knead your wonderful, generous buns. Then I move them away to slip down your panties, which also fall around your ankles. As I slide them down, I notice moisture on your bush, and I reach my hand down between your legs and your cunt is dripping. My chest tightens and. I felt like a kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Well, in this case in Steve's crotch. I was so embarrassed. I was dressed like a slut and I had not just thrown myself at Steve but I was groping him. Yikes, I turned beet red. It was quite obvious I was flustered as I hesitantly responded with, “Oh, nice to meet you.”In an attempt to regain my composure I reached down to adjust my skirt which had risen up while groping Steve. Damn it was short. I’m sure he just saw my bare ass.