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Mary is convinced to play a game in a store.
There he was, 36, and basking in the teenage crush this girl had on him.
During their marriage he had mistreated her -- only a few times physically abusing her, but inflicting a lot of mental abuse -- and living off her for the most part. He let her support him and the girls and was conveniently absent for most of the real work.
So it was easy for me to accept the ready love Randi and Jessie had offered me. I played with the sexual fantasies but I knew it was all fantasy. I felt safe because I knew that I'd never hurt and insult Sheila by cheating on her -- especially with her daughters. Beyond that, I didn't think either of them saw me as a potential lover, since I was so much older than they were.
"Just take care of them, Dan. That's all I ask." She was crying when she said it and all I could do was to hug and reassure her. "And don't marry some bitch who will be jealous of your love for them," she added.
"Oh, I don't think I'll get married again. I'm too old for that."
"Well you'll have to find somebody to fuck. I've never met a man who's as horny as you are."
So now it seemed that Randi was opening a door -- at least for me to peek into -- that I hadn't expected. She entered the room and handed me the drink. She sat down that time right next to me. She leaned her head on my chest and slid an arm behind me. Her warmth soaked into me and I put my arm around her for a sideways hug.
"So, I have reservations at the Grill. You have just about enough time to shower if you don't dawdle." She gave me a wink when she said it. I wondered if she was suspicious about my long showers. That's where I jerk off for the most part. And I jerk off a lot -- more often since Randi had been around.
"I'd better get to it, then," I said. I kissed her on the forehead and patted her thigh as I rose, taking my drink with me down the hall.
I stripped off in the bedroom and took another hit from the drink. It was Friday night and I'd had an unusually taxing week for a guy who doesn't work. I belonged to several social and service groups, even though I had never dated any of the available women who also belonged.
Moreover, Randi was right. It had been a long damn time since I'd been out on a date. Since Sheila had died I hadn't been a monk, but the dates -- let alone any sexual activity with the women I went out with -- had been few and far between. I'd been to bed with two women since my wife had died, the second about six months before Randi came to live with me. I thought about Randi's smile and her winks as I stepped into the shower.
The two drinks on my empty stomach and the odd tension in the air made me horny as I soaped and rinsed. Then I soaped that one special part again and made sure it was very, very clean. When Randi came to the open door and called to me to 'get my ass in gear', I was finished and rinsing for the final time.
I stepped out and was about half finished drying off when Randi came back with a fresh drink for me. "I thought we were in a hurry," I said with a frown.
"Well, you have time to finish this while you dress." She glanced at her watch and then openly down at my recently deflated cock. "We have another hour to get there," she said. We went from the master bath to my bedroom.
I expected her to leave the room but she sat on the bed instead. I was only slightly self conscious about my semi-erect cock flopping around while she watched me dress. I crossed the room to get underwear and socks from the bureau, conscious of my naked ass being observed. Randi picked up the remote on the nightstand and turned on the TV.
While I dressed Randi surfed the channels. A few of the shows she came across apparently called for discussion. I sat on the bed to put my pants on and she happened to run across one of the new reality shows.
"Look at this," she said. "These families are supposed to find their way through the woods and to some "Grandma's house" but it's rigged."
I sat next to her and we watched for a few minutes.