”She looked lopsidedly at me “Do you think that’s a good idea?”“That’s not what I meant. I mean I’m tired, you’re drunk and we need to... sleep.”Beth looked around at the empty beer cans, the half full bottle of booze, the clothes on the floor and said, “I’ll pick this up later.” She grabbed my hard-on again and started back into the apartment. She led me to my bedroom like a dog on a leash then flopped down on her back in the middle of my bed. “Take my panties off, I want to be naked.”I grabbed. "It wasn't??" Sam said. "Boy! We're out further in the boondocks than I thought." More like the Twilight Zone," Oliver Wendell Douglas commented in a lower voice."What is that?" Sam asked, not hearing clearly what was said."Too, bad. You'd love Hee Haw," Lisa Douglas said. "Lisa!" her husband said. "Oh, that's right! That show won't be on for another ten or nine years." "What is she talking about?" Sam asked. "I'm sure she doesn't know what she's talking about, either." Oliver said, looking. As Rob looked down on the lusciously vulgar display he was headlining, he discovered a new lascivious flavor of arousal. He had certainly had some stellar females on their knees to swallow his long cock and jettisoned seed, but with them, there was always that unspoken awareness of their more delicate physical nature, so he would often hold back the more savage fury with most. There was something intrinsically unbridled in having a sturdy male opening willfully for his pleasure, and it. Their house had an extra garage on the side and it wasn't used for much more than storing a lawn mower and some home projects that Bob was working on. "Sure angel. I'll clean out the extra spot and you can use it for practice. Just don't play after 10 at night or the home owner's association will start sending me nasty letters." Tiffany loved that her dad still called her his little "Angel" even though she was hardly little any more. Tiffany's mother had died in a car crash when Tiffany was.