I didn't know what to do or say. Amanda had to feel my erection. I was stone hard and her plump ass was pressing right against it!I tried to look at h...r face to get a sense of her reaction but she was looking away from me, still staring at the movie. When she sat back up, once again rubbing my crotch, I felt my cock twitch. That's when I knew she had to feel it and I had to do something. Amanda wiggled a bit and suddenly my dick was wedged in between her asscheeks; basically I guess since we. "morning wood" we used to call it. Or "piss hardon." Now well into in my 50s I still got them, but not as frequently and the wood certainly wasn't as hard.Truth was, ever since Darlene and I had been frustrated up on the mountain, I'd been horny as hell. For three days that sweet pussy was about all I could think about. I'd lose my train of thought at work, at dinner, watching TV. I'd drive several miles and not remember any of it. Like they say, the brain is indeed your major sex organ. For. .” I replied. “Why? OHHHH, I get it. So you already got to see her tits and now you wanna see mine, right?”, she said. “Well, I didn’t say that. I’m just saying I can’t tell whose tits are bigger, because I’ve not actually seen yours. Although I will admit, I sure wouldn’t mind seeing yours.” I said and laughed. “Yea, that’s what I thought. That’s exactly what I thought. Well, you didn’t take the hint before, so I guess I have to be blunt! I wanna see some cock!”, she said. She rolled over onto. Allother lights in the house were now turned off. The summer heat hadallowed us to keep the glass shutters open, so I could almost everythingthey said. I was wondering how she'd handle champagne as I watched hersipping her half-empty glass. She was curled alongside him on thecouch. Their conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter.She glanced beyond the window but was unable to see me in thedarkness. Turning to Greg, she pursed her lips and inquired, "Do youlike to dance?" When he.