Fat middle aged people?”
“Not really. Porn Bunch of dirty old men. Spit roast, remember?”
“They never gave me a fucking chance. And Nan had been instant, the only question being how many times she would come before Brad made it. Flimsy little shorts, with nothing underneath. Which he broke off. He already had the baseball game going, beer in hand. Then he stood up, expecting Brad to do the same. How much he’d enjoyed grabbing Igor’s erection, jacking him off. Fat middle aged people?”
“Not really. I’m out of here.”
“Wait. “Take your shorts off.” She was pulling up his tee shirt. He says he doesn’t know what’s come over me.
