No, I don't mean I want to get my cat drunk. I mean I wish the little bitty cocks I get around these parts could reach both sides at once. It's hard a...s hell to have to keep wiggling back and forth so one side doesn't dry out before he can work his way back over to it. I mean, shit! I thought Texans were supposed to have big dicks and I can squeeze a hot dog in two without trying too hard and still can't get any satisfaction. If you can't make my pussy any tighter, can you at least get me a job. I climbed onto the table and realised that my slit was engorged vastly; the lips were protruding and my clit was enormous. I had a trail of wetness coming out but I could not hide it, so I let him put my legs in the leg rests and spread them wide apart. He glanced down at my slit but said nothing, first feeling my breasts and commenting that they were fine.Then he moved to the bottom of the table, he looked again between my legs and then looked at my face. He could see I was blushing. Had he overstepped her boundaries? Had he gone from sexy neighbor to creepy pervert? Would she storm off, slam the door and never speak to him again?He heard her voice, but it was too quiet to make out. He waited for a few seconds before asking her to speak louder."Yes," she said, her voice sounding hesitant. Instead of rewarding her right away, he sat back on his heels, starting thoughtfully up, noting how she flexed her trembling fingers upon the top of the fence."Yes?" he repeated, waiting,. ‘But she’s getting close.’ Sam and Hari needed nothing to stimulate their sincerity. It was pretty much the only way they communicated. They were followed closely by Sunny and Louis. He smiled, gave me a meaningful look and hugged me. He had started the meaningful looks and other forms of non-verbal communication after his heart attack. He saw me as having made a substantial contribution to his recovery. He might have been right. ‘So, are we finally finished with having to convince you how.