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So I described them to this guy, substituting that instead of being a size 12 they are size 3, telling him they are covered in little silk hearts with lace trim.
The Guy asked if they are soft, Chuck told Diane. Chuck thought to himself, dude it's silk for gods sake why wouldn't they be, but, he answered yes they are.
I have them off, I'm rubbing them on your thigh can you feel how smooth they are, Chuck said. The man replied, yes, I feel the lace as it draws closer to my manhood. Chuck said he was once again, forced to think to himself if panties do this to him, I wonder what hell he'd think of my fruit of the looms. Chuck had a big grin on his face, Diane said. I told him, I'm kind of hot now and I'm taking off my tube top. Seeing that Diane, hadn't worn one of these since Moses was growing the tree that he carved his walking stick from, he was forced to use memory that barely existed.
Chuck told him, it's red and it's a little to small. I've had it since I was 14, this seemed to excite him Chuck told Diane.
So, I told him my breasts are so big now, I'm unable to slip it off. I have to shimmy out of it. Chuck, told him that he was totally naked now, standing in front of his window right next to his large four poster bed.
He said, to lay down on the bed, so I asked, how am I supposed to do that, and type what I want you to do to me. Chuck, told Diane he replied, no pretend you're on the bed, and I have your hands tied to the bedposts with silk scarves. Chuck told Diane, he was starting to warm up to this. I have a healthy imagination, so I asked him, well what if my mom walks in on me. For some reason that excited him. He replied, lock your bedroom door. Chuck said he waited a second, and responded okay, it's locked, what do I do next.
He replied, I'm straddled above you, my engorged manhood centered above your big breasts. Diane, said as she looked down at Chuck's stained Nike T-shirt, he might not be far off base and maybe Chuck should drink less beer. Chuck said, oh baby look at the size of that thing. He said would you like to touch it. Chuck, said he was forced to think people in Nevada can't be very smart, he just told me not four minutes ago he had my hands tied to the posts on the bed.
Chuck, played along and said, yes baby I feel it swelling in my hand the heat is incredible. The guy, said it needs cooled down. Chuck, told Diane all he could think at this point was, let your wife walk in and catch you like that and I'm sure it's going to be more than cooled down.
But because,Chuck explained,he was four beers into his nightly six-pack so he was game to play. Chuck said he told him he could put ice cubes in his mouth and lick it to cool it down(no small wonder here, the guy,thought it was a grand idea),he said to Diane. By now Chuck said he was pretty buzzed and his typing skills were seeming to fade rapidly. The guy went on to describe sexual positions, that even the monks in India probably excluded from the kama sutra for safety reasons,he told Diane.
Chuck, said I was laughing so hard, that you came into the room asking what I'm doing. Diane said she watched what was going on for a few seconds, and told Chuck, she failed to see the humor in it. Chuck said he knew she would. Diane said she pushed him out of the way and typed to this guy,
"Hi do you know who this is." The reply was, "are you Julie's Mother?"
Diane turned and shot Chuck a scornful look,
"Well not quite", "I'm chucks wife Diane."
He asked,(as I would have at that moment.
"who the hell is Chuck". She replied, "Chuck is my husband and if I didn't know better, I would say the person to whom your were simulating sex with".
The screen went blank for a few seconds, so Diane asked,
"who is this".
The reply was more than she could bear. Diane sat there watching the monitor, awaiting the response. After a few seconds the answer came back "Hi Mrs. Chuck, my name is Amber".