I remembered my nervous attempts to talk to girlswhen I was a boy and sympathized for Bill. "It's okay," I replied. "I know what you mean." "So, you'r...e not angry at me?" he asked timidly. I laughed. "No." He smiled back. "You want to go to the game with me this Friday?" Our terrible football team was playing their first game of the season,but it was the place to go on a Friday, and there were usually partiesafterwards. "Sure, I'd like that," I replied. "Cool," he replied. Holy shit, I was going. "Now Mr Benson, do you think it is appropriate to sit there looking at my tits, rather concentrate on your work?I tried to say something but it was no use, as I felt her hand burn an imprint on my backside. I gasped as another and another landed rapidly one after the other. I lost track but soon my bottom felt like it was on fire. "You haven't answered my question, do you think you should be looking down my top?' "I sorry I couldn't help it, I just found them so attractive and I just got. It’s one thing to say you want to see that, but an entirely different thing to actually witness it. Or so it seemed to me at that moment anyway. “Absolutely certain,” I replied. She dropped her arms and the robe fell gloriously to the floor. I kissed her again, letting her tongue between my lips. I thoroughly enjoy kissing my wife under any circumstances but knowing our audience was feasting his eyes on Alicia’s tush made me hold her tighter than normal. We kissed for a long moment, and then. I did okay.Saturday morning started with "Yeah, Baby! Fuck that ass!" roaring in from the living room; Luz was apparently getting her morning dose. I had morning wood, but I was sure it was numb -- until Darla rolled her lips over it, that is! She rolled up on her knees and started vacuuming my erection, stopping after about thirty seconds to ask, "Is this good, or do you want something else?" This is good!" I croaked and slid both hands in her hair to manhandle her head -- then I did nothing,.