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We somehow started a cock ride little game just to break the monotony and to pass the time. If the store manager wasn’t around, we had a little competition going to see who got the most “looks.” The game is simple. Whoever gets the most leering stares per week “wins.” We don’t mean casual glances. It has to be an out and out “mental undressing look.” I think Tina started this all by casually unbuttoning the top of her blouse anytime a guy headed into her line. She would often find a reason to lean over and let the guy have a good view down her shirt. Or she would accidentally drop something and have to bend over to pick it up. We all had to witnessed the “look” and judge it to count. Some of the best have come from married guys with their wives standing right next to them. It might have been the whiskey or the shine that they were drinking but, yeah, Mr. Evans had given me the “look” alright. I flirted for a while. I think Papa Big Tits was even a little shocked how I seemed to be throwing myself out there. The men all had that glazed-look in their eyes. I finally had to excuse myself and head up to the house. I knew Momma was probably wondering what I was doing also. That evening after Momma had gone to bed, I noticed Papa quietly slipping outside. I went into the kitchen and watched him head in the direction of the shed. I waited until I saw the light come on through the door. Once he was inside I quietly left the house also. I walked to the shed, and went around back as before and found that sure enough he was at it again. I stood in the darkness as he settled back in the recliner and again with the magazine. This time he had a mason-jar bottle just within arms-reach. I guess that one of his friends had left it there. He took several long swigs of the clear liquid, one just right after the other. He settled in and worked his trousers to his knees. In just blonde moments my thoughts were bouncing between how sad this was and just how turned-on I was. This wasn’t right! Momma had sentenced Papa to a life of secretly sneaking off alone to get some satisfaction. If a man marries someone, he should have a right to expect some physical interaction with his wife. Between touching myself and feeling sad for Papa. I was sofa a mess. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided it wasn’t right. MILF I couldn’t just stand there watching someone I loved in this kind of situation. Yes, I knew it was wrong and I really hadn’t thought this all the way through, but I had to do something. Dammit, I had to do something I just couldn’t watch his misery. I guess if I had thought about it more I wouldn’t have done it, but I walked around to the other side by the door and knocked firmly. “Though I think I’ve got sunburned on my arse.” They were most definitely bisexual. I tucked my finger inside her and caught her by surprised she looked down and began breathing heavily and She got on the floor and pulled her legs to her chest. “Drink it,” Robert ordered. I’ll have to drop out of college and Big Tits I can’t even cock ride smoke or drink!” His hands pressed into her hips, and he inhaled her scent. I occasionally did some light flirting with guys and noticed Michael flirting with women. Everything you need for today will be in my suite. Tonight I was going to wear a very pretty red and black detailed jacket and gorgeous black dress pants. She was also a business major, who wanted to open her own clothing store in downtown Atlanta. “I... His cock was still in her, as he lowered her to the mattress it blonde slid out, he turned her onto her back, she gasped, “Ryan?” It was a frightened question. She wanted to stop after their second child, but Robert dismissed her sofa feeling on the matter. MILF