Greg walked down the hall with his dick hard in his shorts, thinkingabout how some guys get all the luck. He would have been horrified hadhe known th...e real reason for Bridget's visit.After Greg had left, Bridget found Tanner, once again, sitting on his bedin silence. "So how's my favorite track star doing this week?" shequeried."Fine, I guess," muttered Tanner. "Frustrated." Well I have just the thing for that," noted Bridget, once againproducing her vibrating wand from her backpage. "Up. She got my father’s meat and impaled herself upon it. A low groan came forth from both of them as she sank down. Her eyes met mine. A smile touched her lips. Then she leaned over my father so that her tits smothered his face and her face was two feet from mine. She said, “Marty, see anything you like?” And wiggled her white ass cheeks in the air. Marty said, “Oh, baby. You are naughty. Milt, you know what I got here.” “What, Marty?” Marty grasped the globes of her ass. “I got me a sweet. The hot water slowly brought me back to life. I saved my hair for last and gave it a good washing. Shutting off the water, I dried it as well as possible and wrapped a towel around it. When I dried my body, I found it still reactive and sensitive. I smiled wryly.Stepping out of the bathroom, I dropped the towel and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a woman in good shape for her thirty years. Long legs, a generous swell of hips, trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair shaped to entice. I did. Wine. Soft music. Then penetration. Yes, I’m going to go through with this. I have to.Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, more passionately than usual, but we didn’t seem into it, distracted, nervous. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the couch together, he took her hands in his and said the fateful words:“We have to talk.” That’s not good. Their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. He was sorry. It was him not her. He respected that she wasn’t ready to move to the next.