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Last week our son asked us if it would be OK for him to go on a campout / sleepover with some of his friends at the nearby paintball place this weekend. They planned to shoot it out all day Saturday, sleep over and then kill each other all over again on Sunday morning. He has been doing this paintball stuff for the last two years and between him, my wife and gay male muscle me, we have made a significant investment in all the various weapons and apparatus. He told us the names gay male muscle of the guys that he planned to go with and we had no objection. It sounded like fun. So, this morning at about nine oclock I dropped him off, with all his gear, at the paintball place and promised to be back gay male muscle tomorrow at noon to pick him up. The rest of Saturday seemed fairly uneventful. I stopped at the local hardware store on the way back from the paintball place and picked up a few things that I needed for some minor repairs gay male muscle at home. I re-hung a picture in the living room, replaced a bad burner element in the kitchen stove, trimmed a few branches on the tree at the side of the house and tightened the clotheslines in the back yard. Trimming the tree branches turned out to be the best job since our neighbor lady, across the street, spent most of the day working in her front yard in a pair of really tight faded jeans and a halter-top. She seems to do a lot of bending over with her back to the street, not that Im complaining, but it did seem gay male muscle like it took a long time for me to cut those few scraggily branches. Like Barbara, this lady has a great butt and a reasonable set of tits. All in all, its not a problem to ogle her from my own yard, although I can imagine that she hasn noticed.

We had a light dinner after which I went into the middle room and went on line for a little while to check my e-mail and generally browse the usual web sites. After that, I went into the family room and sat on the couch next to Barbara who was already watching the TV. We watched the usual junk on Saturday night TV. We were talking about our day, the neighborhood and things in general when barb brought up a new subject. "Do you remember all that we went through when we were trying to get pregnant?" she asked. I told her that I had some fond gay male muscle memories of that time but had to ask her why she had brought it up. "Oh, no reason, I was just thinking about that time in our lives," she replied. Then around nine oclock, Barbara got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and this is typical for her on a Saturday unless we are going out somewhere. She likes to gay male muscle get her shower done early, then she usually falls asleep on the gay male muscle couch and eventually goes to bed around midnight. While Barb was in the shower I began thinking about that special night a few months back when we had gone to Atlantic City. I guess that when she had reminded me of all that we had done to get her pregnant, like the daily rectal temperatures that I took of her gay male muscle, it reminded me of her great butt and that led to remembering the one and only anal sex tryst that we had. I had planned it right down to gay male muscle the "T gay male muscle". I had started with a nice bout of oral sex that brought her to two orgasms, then I gave her a massage followed by a mineral oil gay male muscle Fleet enema. The enema was to make sure that the way was clear and to provide an easy internal lube job gay male muscle. After she had expelled the enema we got down to business and it had been the single most memorable sexual experience of my life. I guess that she didn really agree with my opinion because it became apparent to me that this was going to be a once in a lifetime experience. Well, at lest I have the memories. Barb came back into the family room wearing a nice short nightie. She always looks good in one of these. She was gay male muscle carrying something in her hand. She had a tube of KY jelly and a glass rectal thermometer.