"He talked about everything," said Heather. "He talked about how pretty he thought I was and he remembered things we did when we were little. He told ...me how he had fantasies about the girls, and he cried when he said he had them about me too. He wanted to undo my pajamas and see if I was as pretty as he was sure I must be."She'd launched right into that one! I thought she'd escalated things too quickly because my parents both jerked and looked at me."But he didn't," said Heather. Both parental. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?”“No,” she replies.Wait for itIt’s coming... The suspense is killing you, isn’t it?      ‘You’re just the first man who happened to catch my eye.’(Oh shut up, and just forward it!)This one is compliments of J & BWhat deep things retired men think aboutI mowed the lawn today, and after doing so I sat down and had a cold beer. The day was really quite beautiful, and the drink facilitated some deep thinking.My wife walked by and. That is, until … “Bitch!” You grabbed my hair and tossed me aside as if I was a rag doll. “I do believe I said kiss her, did I not?” You knelt down beside me, your still-raging cock at eyelevel. “or did I stutter?” “Yes, Sir …” my head was throbbing, just as much as my clit. Oh, it was so hard to concentrate on your words with your cock staring at me. You eyed me, curiously. “Um, I mean, no, Sir.” “Which is it … yes or no?” “No, Sir. You did not stutter …” Quickly, I knelt in front of you, head. Before I pulled out in the passing lane I unzipped the dress up a bit so that the tops of my stockings were showing and spread my legs just a bit. The chatter started right up with the rear truck telling the rest to get a good look because she's showing more leg. They were hooting and hollering and I was loving it. I passed each truck ever so slowly so they could get a real good look. Whenever there was traffic behind me I'd signal and they'd let me in until the traffic passed and i could pull.