He wasn't in the car a minute or two until he reached over and put his hand on my thigh, asking, “Would you like to play around?” I just nodded a...nd choked out, “yeah.” That was all he need. He knelt on the seat and turned sideways on the seat and reached over and started unbuckling my belt, unbutton and unzipping my Levis. I rose up to let him pull my pants down. Once they were down to my knees, he slowly stroked my already super hard dick, bringing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. He asked,. I guess that I rubbed my ex the wrong way, just as I did this morning with you. I have a way with men, I suppose. A way of pissing them off and pissing my relationships away! It’s a good thing that I don’t have time to shop, or the money might be gone, too!” Nurse Hitchens proved that she was capable of some self-deprecating humor, which was a redeeming virtue at least.“Maybe you should date women instead,” I taunted her a little, making her blush.“No fucking thanks! Sorry, didn’t mean to cuss,. Lie down.”She lay on the bed. He took off her shoes while she put her glasses on the nightstand. He rubbed her feet through the pantyhose. She sighed. He lay down beside her to kiss. Her mouth welcomed his tongue. “I love this,” he finally said, “but dinner isn’t going to cook itself.”He got the chicken out of the marinade and under the broiler. He washed and cut up the tomatoes, peeled and sliced the cukes, tore up the lettuce. When the timer rang, he turned off the broiler and turned on the. The following Saturday as a typical early autumn day in California, hot and humid. Jack lounged on the sofa drinking a beer and watching a football game on television, dressed only in a pair of baggy shorts.Janie bounced in from the front of the house holding up a joint and sat down on the sofa right next to him. Jack couldn't help but stare at his sister, who was clad in a pair of ragged cutoffs, an old, oversized men's dress shirt and, apparently, nothing else. A hole in a worn place at the.