Paul glanced at the clock, "Oh Joe, I want to. But I gotta get home. The folks will be home from work soon and if I'm not there, it'll be weird."
We stood, naked, hips touching as we swapped numbers in our phones. Paul slipped his black speedo on and we shook hands, "To next time, my young friend."
Paul smiled, looked down at my c**k, which had recovered nicely, "Not soon enough, Joe." He turned to leave and paused.
"Joe, be at your window tonight, maybe around eight or so."
"Aron?"
Paul just smiled, "No, better, I hope."
I was naked when Babs got home from work. I met her at the front door with my c**k hard.
"Mmmmmmm, I think somebody has a story for his pervert wife."
I told her the tale as I undressed her. By the time I was on my knees, sliding her thong off, she was drenched. W
