"It's a little early yet, but the bar's open if you're interested Don." Well, maybe a beer to start." Don was walking out the back door to the deck. "...It's five o'clock somewhere." I heard him say.I put the dish on the counter, and turned around. I bumped right into Alex. "Whoa, kiddo, I didn't see ya standing there." She had her hands folded in front of her, and when I bumped into her, her hands landed squarely on my cock, which stirred, to see what was going on. Alex backed up slightly and. ” She thought and tried to reign in her raging emotions but a small voice in the back of her head started whispering,“He is powerful looking is he not? And he deserves you more than that farm boy.” The voice whispered and Ce’Nedra all of a sudden felt warm and wet between her legs she wavered and with tears still falling down her cheeks she carefully moved closer to Barak that closed the remaining distance and gently embraced her, stroking her long and thick not to mention perfect copper. I backed out from under the desktop while stroking my leaking cock, nearly exposing it through the fly in my shorts. I was getting charged up while I found it remarkable that she never looked my way. I was sure that the motion of my arm would have caught her attention, actually kind of hoping it would.I timed my intensity to measure along with hers. Soon, she scooted her butt up to the edge of the chair and kept her legs parted wide open. She more intently massaged the breast and intermittently. My wife, Jenny, was in the kitchen making our evening meal, which she did on the days she got home first: other times, I did the cooking, except that one day a week, Carly made dinner. It was inevitably spaghetti Bolognese, but we were encouraging her to expand her repertoire.Anyhow, I came into the house, appreciating the smells coming from the kitchen, and told Jenny I was heading for the shower. In our bedroom, I stripped off and entered the walk-in shower in our wet-room. Heaters warmed the.