“Fucking ‘A’, dude…I agree totally. I got some great video of her bod when she leaned over and flashed her humongous firm young titties at me. I had the camcorder in my lap to cover my hard-on and the bitch saw the red-light of the recorder and knew for damn sure I was pointing it up at her. That’s not all guys; she smiled knowing I was getting a great shot for all the guys in the club. As I made sure I got a good shot of her, she mouthed, “hope the guys back at the club like what they see on your camcorder.” I almost came in my jeans when she said that.
Paul…I couldn’t get rid of my hard-on until I went to the bathroom, took a piss and whacked-off a load of cum in her sink. I don’t know how you guys can take her fucking sexy show she’s putting on.”
“You came in her sink?” I asked, with a look of disapproval.
“Come on father confessor, you gotta know I was careful and rinsed away all the evidence. But I was thinking how I would have liked to have shot my wad all over those fantastic tits and watched her raise ’em to her lips and lick ’em clean. What a fucking beautiful babe she is…and you’re gonna get some of that I bet. Shit I would sure like to be in your shoes in a few hours when her little girl is at the movies. Did you get her phone number?”
“Not yet, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know how to get it. I was gonna slip her my card at the door on the way out.”
“Great idea, Paul…then later you can slip her a little something else, eh?”
As we chucked over the last comment, Linda and Shelly came out of the bathroom and Linda said, “I would have liked to have been a little mouse and heard what you naughty boys were saying while we were out of the room”.
I’ll be damned (and was very embarrassed) when Jack opened his 2-beer mouth and said, “Well I would tell all that was said, but father confessor here was telling us how frustrated he was in not having your phone number so he could call and make arrangements to hear your confessing of all your past sins, then lay his hands on your head and give you a father’s special blessing!”
That was so rude, yet was so perfect that we all started laughing so hard it caused a funny look on little Shelly’s face and she said, “mommy, is father confessor going to come back and see us again?”
“I hope so honey; I have a lot to confess to the father…a very lot.”
“What’s a confession mommy?”
“You’ll find out some day little girl. Let’s see if Carol is ready to pick you up.”
Linda picked up the phone, got a hold of Carol, and then hung up the phone shortly and within a couple of minutes little Shelly left and the guys were smart enough to know they should be leaving too…leaving me behind to hear a confession or two. LOL!
As we all got up, Linda said, “why don’t you stay a little while longer father. You guys won’t mind leaving the father behind so we can talk privately do you?”
They smiled and left without saying anything other than merry Christmas and thanks for the beers and ‘everything else’, meaning her flashing them her beautiful large rack.