My buddy who lives in our neighborhood added a room to his detached garage years ago to set up as our official poker room. It gives us a place to hang... out, talk about our wives, drink bourbon and beer while being competitive. All of us grew up in the neighborhood and have known each other since our early years. On rare occasions, one of our wives will come over, but they rarely stick around long between our conversations, drunken states, and our lofting cigar smoke. Most of the time we are all. The one time I'd let my heart rule my head he'd left me. I'd ended up here, which was certainly not what I'd expected, but that was how the dice rolled.I went for one of those long walks on the beach (on the east side of the island), and argued with myself. This, I'd learned, was a lot more practical than "thinking". In the latter you end up with your foregone conclusions, or at least I did. Arguing it out verbally made me see all sides of an issue or problem, and that was what I needed.By the. Slowly Julie’s hands wandered over the noticeable bulge in his jeans where she started rubbing at it slowly at first but as Kevin moaned in pleasure she picked up the pace until he was panting and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel where he tried to keep the car in the lane. ‘Jesus Jules what are you doing to me?’ Kevin panted as his pupils dialed in pleasure and it took all of his self-control not to pull the car over on the side of the road and have his way with her. ‘Obviously. And guess what? Frederick likes it when I dress up in schoolgirl clothes and wear white bras and panties underneath. Are all old guys into that?I jerk Frederick off now and I'll play with Beverly's pussy. Sometimes I'll do it in my underwear or naked or in the school clothes, pretending to be their daughter.And we've done this at the parties I mentioned, which really gets everyone worked up. I know Fred wants to lick my pussy and fuck me and wants me to suck his dick but I'm not ready for that..