Saturday night late, almost Sunday morning, George was bored with the TV, feeling cabin fever setting in.Saturday night late, almost Sunday morning, George was bored with the TV, feeling cabin fever setting in. Saturday night was shit night for TV. Nothing but old movies, seen many times, and the comedy's with canned laughter, and George didn't feel lke laughing, he felt like screwing. He wanted his dick deep into some warm hairy snatch, wet up to his balls, his face pressed deeply into a pair of firm breasts, fucking his brains out. Moving from the shower, drops splattering the bathroom floor, hunting for a clean towel, then into the bedroom closet to find a clean shirt. Of the three hanging on the closet bar, all worn before, George sniffed at the armpits. |