Publisher's Synopsis
One Night
One night I was sitting on the couch at my buddies' house, drinking many beers. This was not an uncommon occurrence. We often went out on weekends, to the beach, or to the movies or stayed there and worked on our cars. His wife was always with us in our endeavors. We all just had a good time being around each other. I was to find out this particular night just how good.
I remember it as if it was yesterday. Both George and I were pretty drunk. It was about 11:30 pm. His wife Eleanor had gone to bed several hours earlier, and we had stayed up to shoot the shit, and laugh at stupid things. I remember I had been getting kind of tired, and was tilting back the last of my last beer when George said that he and Eleanor wanted to sleep with me. I almost spit my beer out when I heard that. Even with beer making up what seemed like 50 percent of my blood, my cock popped to an immediate hard on at the thought of doing my friends. We went into the bedroom, where Eleanor was sleeping. She had on a long silk nightgown, which had ridden up on her as she slept. I got to look at her furry mound, and found that she was a true redhead. The top part of the nightgown had slid to one side and one of her tits was sticking out. They were large luscious tits, and her nipples were standing at attention.
