Is there anything good on television? she asked innocently, knowing full well that he had already scanned the programmes and found nothing to his ta...te – football or Westerns or films with girls in flimsies. He responded in the negative and carefully, with an air of naivety, she said, Why dont we go down to The Stick then for a drink… And she added, in as seductive a tone as she could manage, …before we go to bed? The Stick Inn – so named because of its famous pub lunches – was Julias. I needed to get things clear. I reached for my watch to set a pace and realized I didn’t have it. Lacie just ran in the state finals this weekend. She’d won the women’s division and came in fourth overall. What a great competitor.I turned left at the road and made sure I was running against traffic—if there was any. Then I just lengthened my stride and ran.I stumbled into the house, cold, tired, sweating, and exhausted. I had no idea how long I’d been gone or how far I ran. I was too tired now. Eventually, my buddy came back in with a frozen pizza and waffle combination, (if Mrs. J didn’t know we were stoned before she probably did now) and we decided to flip on the T.V. for a bit. My friend set the pizza down on the coffee table in front of the couch which meant I needed to move over to sit a little closer to Mrs. J. By now, my cock had kindly decided to show some manners so I wasn’t forced to crawl over to the side of the couch in an attempt to hide my hard on.We dug in to the pizza. He kneeled, his thighs spread slightly and up against mine with his dick sticking out. My feet were up off the bed about a foot. Minn moved over closer, one leg against Tack's knee. They glanced at each other and smiled. I leaned over to Minn and whispered, "Ok if we start?" She nodded a 'yes'. I said, "Move around where ever you want. It's fine." She was right at me with an excellent view of everything. I planted my feet and lifted up my bottom. Tack slipped a small flat pillow under and I.