Here was my friends wife, naked in front of me, coming on to me. Here was my friends wife, naked in front of me, coming on to me. Porn She could give as good as she got, and on several occasions had left me speechless, unable to answer for fear of incriminating myself. I slipped my finger out of her, and slid both hands under her legs, and back to her ass. I turned toward my toolbox, my back to her, and fished through it, fumbling for my pipewrench. I started to say no, but thought better of it. Ok?”
“That’d be great, Brett. I shook my head, clearing the images of her. I knocked on the screen door, and Belle hollered “Come on in, Brett. Simple enough, really. And it wouldn’t do you any good to catch cold this close to your wedding.” I said quickly, trying to sound nonchalant.
