Some jammy gits going to be flirting on messenger with her, I thought. Still she's my daughters mate, behave ! I thought no more of it and toddled off... to work. When I came home my laptop was on my desk and all seemed normal. After the soaps had started I sloped off to my office to work on my latest story. I'd been writing dirty stories for ages and had them stashed in a folder, in a folder, etc on my laptop. Of coarse the folders were only available to my profile and then they were stashed in. . his hard on. Nice and stiff, unable to be hid in the loose shorts he was wearing. Whether or not anything else happened she knew one thing. Marty was a tit man and he certainly liked hers.What the heck! She knew he wasn't going to be timing her. Every two minutes or so she would walk back over and go through the magazines again."You know, sometimes there just isn't a thing to read in these," she laughed. She never stood up as she spoke, though, leaving her breast dangling in front of him. "You too. You look amazing today." Jason replied to the stunning girl.He felt flush being in the presence of the beauty."Really? You don't think it's too girly? I didn't want to look like afairy."Ashley shook her head hoping Jessie wouldn't blow his cover."I like girly...and fairies have wings so unless you're hiding themunder your top you are not a fairy." Jason replied."Oh, cool" Jessie replied very pleased."Hey, so I thought we could play some carnival games then maybe go onsome rides. What. If he guessed wrong, he got nothing.At the same time, the girls would be trying to get the guys to finish during the 24 seconds they were blowing them (Right then I realized that for the girls, those precious 24 moments really did amount to a "shot clock"). Anytime a guy blew his load, he'd have to sign his name on the girl's arm. At the very end of the game, the girl with the most signatures would be declared the winner among the women.The first two guys in each heat to get three signatures in.