That’s when we began reminiscing about old times and decided to play some of our old games. Does that even make sense?”“Very much so, and thank ...you for sharing. How long is your friend in town?”“Just one night.”“In that case, I shouldn’t be keeping you from her.”“We were thinking of calling it a night anyway, so no problem there. Besides, I gave her the number of your room, just in case she needs to contact me.”“What line of business is your friend in?”“Precision instruments. Her company makes. Was it wet enough, etc.? Nothing direct but lots of innuendos.It reached the point where she began bringing fuck-buddies home, setting up meetings so he would walk in on her riding some guy of most any race in their bedroom or on the family room carpet or couch. He’d say hello, get himself a drink, and stay in another room until the fornicator left. She would casually walk up to him, semen oozing out of her slit and running down her thighs, and give him a welcome home kiss.About a year into the. I’ve had two and a half glasses of wine which is enough to get me a bit tipsy but not enough that I can’t shake it off and start to work when needed. But the tipsy part is getting me a bit excited. Every time I see a little tiny girl walk across the screen of my phone I feel my hand move, unbidden, toward the crotch of my panties, which is so thin as to be almost invisible. When I do touch myself I can feel how wet I’m getting, just sitting here doing nothing. I’m not kidding people when I say. He dug in like he hadn't eaten for days.By now the garage had heated up. I brought Bozo in with me and closed the door. I changed into the pair of shorts I wore to bed and climbed in. The mattress was so much better than sleeping on the floor.The door opened and Jill came in, closing it after her. Bozo got up and went over to her. Good for him, she was ready to de-ball somebody if they acted up.Jill was wearing a robe. One of those comfy things that girls wear when they sit on the couch with.