My hand lingered a bit on his before I took the bottle from him. "Thanks, Tom." Then I nodded. "I see." "Here, take a seat." Tom said, indicating the ...couch. I took the offered seat, not saying thanks this time, because I hate repeating myself."So how is the store going?" he asked me after we clinked our bottles against one another in a toast and took a sip. "It's okay, it's been open for almost a week now." I explained and started talking about how the greeting cards were more populair than. Karen looked at her feet and blushed like a schoolgirl, but she also grinned. She had a nice smile. Hopefully, they would see a lot more of it from here on out.“We should celebrate,” Logan went on. “Let us feast! Let’s see...” He tapped thoughtfully at his lower lip. “We have cooked bristle pig, smoke strips of bristle pig, and ... oh yes, burnt bristle pig.”Beauty smiled. Karen giggled.“It doesn’t matter,” Karen replied. “You do recall that I did not even remember the taste of meat before. But instead of saying how much he missed me, how hard it was to be so far away from me or maybe say that he would never let me alone again… He closed his arm around my neck and almost lifted me, while his other hand grabbed the front part of my shirt and ripped it apart with a single movement. It was violent, the soft blue fabric stretching, making my back arc forward, and the sound of my clothes tearing up. Yaaaaagh! I squealed surprised and tried to get off his grip, but he lifted me by the. I know Joan had told her about our encounters because she did touch on them as well.I found out that she wasn’t a lesbian and she did have an interest in boys as well.I told her to stop by some time telling her my wife is also bi and I was sure she would be happy to get to know her. I told her we might need a babysitter in the future before I finished my lunch and said I had to leave. I was pretty sure she could see my hard on when I got up to leave because I was hard. She was very pleasant.