“Wow, you ladies went all-out, didn’t ya?” I bragged on them while sitting down.“I bet that he gets full in half an hour,” Becca grinned now....“I say forty-five minutes before he stops,” Heather insisted.“Stops or gets full, ‘cause that ain’t the same thing,” I observed.“Stops!” Janine suggested.“Yes, stops!” Melanie agreed.“Stops,” Paige said as well while admiring Becca’s tan lines and dyed green hair.“What are the stakes?” I asked now as I began digging in a bit.“Winner gets to sit on Simon’s. What was happening? Who was this?It was Mrs. Quinn, my downstairs neighbor. She was stroking my shrunken organ, but it was not going to grow for her. I think she knew that and whispered in my ear, "Here touch me right there." With that, her free hand exposed one exquisite round, white mound of female flesh topped with a glorious erect nipple sitting in the middle of a quarter-sized circle of brown. It was exactly what was needed to restore my hardness.She was still stroking my organ as she put. Then she was divorced and living with her mother again. I had gone into the service after graduation, came home, joined a major engineering firm, got married and was also divorced. (No children, which was a major reason for my divorce.)Although we had renewed our friendship our sexual interaction is one of convenience. Once in a while, when one of us was unusually horny and there was no other recourse available, we would accommodate each other. For some reason, a single 38 year old man, with a. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Our small-talk conversation flowed easily and, suddenly, Michael revealed that his wife had left him several years ago for another man and he was only now starting to get his life back together. He had thrown himself into his job and not bothered with a social life. I was intrigued and, without thinking too much, invited him to get into my passenger seat. “It’ll be easier to talk,’ I said. “I won’t have to crane my neck looking up at you.” He smiled and.