Our fun with Steve and Nancy
Steve looked at me in awe as he drained his beer. I had quickly filled him in on the day’s events leading up to the present. Here we were, standing in the middle of my driveway, on a sunny Saturday afternoon. He was wearing a golf shirt, khaki shorts and sandals, and I was as naked as the day I was born. My hard-on had subsided somewhat but was still slightly swollen and my cum laden balls hung low in the early August heat. “Does Nancy know about the three of us last night?” Steve asked kind of...