Take it easy." He heard Lou's voice. "Can you hear me?" Brody took a breath and at last managed to prop himself up on his elbows. "Yeah." "Just take i... easy. Breathe." "Okay." "Don't move too fast." "Okay. Yeah, okay." Brody closed his eyes against the dizziness that swept over him. He took more deep breaths at Lou's urging. "Ready to try getting up? Just get up on your knees." "Sure." He was not sure he was ready, but he did not want to stay on the ice. With Lou's help he got on all fours,. Nobody wear linen pants in St. Louis. Next to Tommy was his enforcer Jimmy Rice, who was called Sarge. He said he'd been a Master Sergeant in the Army during Desert Storm. I think the closest Jimmy ever got to being an NCO was working at the NCO club as a bus boy. Although he was so big I thought he might have been a tank.Where Tommy dressed up in what he thought of high fashion, Rice wore a chambray work shirt unbuttoned down to below his massive chest and a pair of Army BDU black pants. As our coversation continued Linda asked about my hubby and I told her that he was really doing well even though he was not working. She asked about his job loss and I told her but everything works out for a reason, and I believe he was to be at home and take on the Mr Mom chores. She gave me a strange look becuse she knew my husband longer than I had known him. I said "Linda I have to tell you something but it is a long story." She agreed to meet the next night. I called my sister and asked. I realized what all his advances had really been about, why he had befriended me … he wanted his cock in my ass! I watched his face when he came and felt his cum shoot into me, his hard cock spasming and his hips thrusting to get as deep inside me as he could. It was a strange feeling but I had enjoyed it immensely and I found myself fantasizing about it afterward. As I drove, Dick unfastened my belt and jeans. He tugged at my jeans to get them down off my hips and I straightened my body to.