" Oh, but ... but I couldn't ... I mean..."Stephanie frowned. "Why the hell not?" Well, wouldn't that be like cheating?" Oh, don't go goodie-two-shoes... on me, okay? Jesus, I'm just asking for the notes, not for you to take a test for me or something. I just need to know what that old bat Mrs. Phelps will be teaching. If she'd stick to the damn textbook, I could just--" Mrs. Phelps?" Not again," Stephanie muttered. "Yes, I said Mrs. Phelps. Old lady with curly white hair and glasses that make her. I won't bite y'all and we both know y'all will be a lot more comfortable."What could he say with her sitting there pooching out her lower lip? 'No, Aunt Pam. You make me too horny and I don't trust myself?' Ron shrugged. There really didn't have to be a problem. "I guess I could go put my bathing trunks on. It is just a bit hot this evening at that." Fact was, instead of sitting in his dad's recliner trying to get his dick more comfortable without giving away his hard-on, he could rearrange. My friend’s wife is a very attractive Latino beauty so her brother followed the genetic gift and was a rather attractive fellow. Not quite in shape but still handsome to look at. His wife was a little firecracker with dyed blonde hair and these hypnotizing sultry eyes. She wore a bikini that covered her top very well but was skimpy at the waist giving a wonderful view of her thick thighs leading up to a lovely round bum that commanded a lot of my attention. They were both in their late. Just pudgy. 32 loomed in the air, just two months away. Marquis worked third shift at Wally World. Finally!! He had made management! Today was Marquis’ forth month as manager and his second year on the ‘C-Team’. He had long since gotten used to the shift and needing to wake up at 5:00 pm. Not a problem. He lived about 45 minutes from work (maybe less — depending on how fast he drove). That meant he had about two hours to eat, get dressed, and spend time with his fiancée. Wanda, aged 30, usually.