I grinned. I didn’t really feel comfortable talking about Shelly like this but told him, “She’s blond, mid-forties, little bit of sag but not overweight at all. “I’ve got to keep my boy’s prostate healthy, don’t I? She screamed in frustration. As it was, the young woman who had (probably) played footsie with me in the coffee shop was the only one making my dick hard. If so many things hadn’t been going on all at once, I would have paid her invitation for a future tryst a bit more attention. “Nope, it’s definitely not so bad.” She swatted my ass with her right hand–the hand whose finger had probed my asshole just moments prior. Shoulder length hair.”
“Mm mm mm. Shelly walked up. She walked out the door while I tried to figure out the best order for me to clean the mess up.
