The next few weeks Mark Hardcore worked around the new home, planned some changes, and tutored. Val, as her family called her, was a joy to work with, serious at work with but with a wellspring of good-natured fun and play. Mark decided it wasn't the fault of his mind and that his eyes would search out the points that sometimes tented out her t-shirts or blouses if her nipples hardened in the air conditioning or a cool breeze. He tried to have a talk with his eyes about that but they didn't listen too well. It didn't appear that she ever wore a bra but he didn't want to bring the subject up because he didn't want to be improper or make her movie uncomfortable. He really liked her and wanted to be good to her. His fatherly instincts had been resurrected. His eyes, though, still looked for any possible transparency when she wore a blouse and the form her shorts outlined. Mark also thought that Val was outgrowing the short shorts she liked to wear to the tutoring sessions and could shop for some new ones. It also sometimes suspiciously looked like she took every occasion possible to bend over in front of him. She was smart and learned rapidly. The Browns were planning a birthday party for the kids on the Saturday just before Halloween. Of course Mark was invited. Mark said he had some plans but would definitely japan stop by as he could show up later at the other party. Mark's wife and daughter had died in a wreck almost 3 years ago. Their son survived, healed and was now in the army. Mark and his wife had been fairly conservative swingers but for the first several months after the crash he had been celibate and concentrated on his son. Mark still had friends, both couples and singles he could visit and share benefits with. They were all very supportive and caring and when Mark ventured out again they welcomed him back. Since he had moved he didn't know anyone in the local area to play with. He had searched and met some people online that sounded like they could be the kind of people he would be comfortable with anywhere. He had chatted online and then on the phone with some of them. A couple of couples who knew each other had decided to have a sexy Halloween costume party on that same Saturday as Val and Colins birthday party and had invited Mark . Mark thought to go to stop in at Val's party then off to meet some of local swingers and possibly work off some of his sexual energy and maybe be less affected by Val's charms. He was 49, 5'10", salt and pepper hair and mustache, around 215, compact and thick, no belly, and was happy with his 7 inches and thick enough to give all the sensation most women wanted without being uncomfortable. He had rugged good looks rather that the cute japanese or classic look. With his disarming and infectious smile, he had no trouble, though. Since the birthday was so close to Halloween, the Browns usually made it a costume birthday party and Mark was secretly looking forward to seeing how Val would be dressed. Mark had dressed in some sandals that laced up and around his calves, a kilt asian with sporran, a rough home crafted leather tunic with small metal plates sewn in patterns as armor. Around his waist was a thick belt supporting another leather pouch and a medium length double edged sword in scabbard, on his left forearm a thick brass vambrace. He didn't have a decent hat so to spice up the image he had a rough leather eye patch to wear at the party. In a hidden sheath inside the neck of the tunic at his back was a throwing dagger. He had tried practicing throwing it the last couple days and while he had some success, Mark was very glad he was going to a party and not battle. When he came in the Browns door, they all oohed and aahhed at him and Val commented with a slightly mischievous look that were they less hairy he would have beautiful legs. Pete and Joan were dressed as a count and countess, Joan showing cleavage that would have gone over very well at a Rennaissance Fair. Mark had to remind himself not to stare. "Great costumes." Mark tried not to look at Val and she was a little behind her mother anyway. “Hey Rohit, there’s someone here to see japanese you. She met eyes with her dad, and he looked down awkwardly. Gore was smiling as he escorted Shutt out to the parking lot and asian jail. My labia minora doesn't even peek at all, but yours...” I moved through my room, dropping it carelessly on the floor. She’s a sales rep and called to see his company. Shoving those in had caused a lot of gasping and moaning. She promptly launched movie into her sales pitch and began bringing out colorful sales visuals to illustrate Hardcore the features of the office equipment. "Should I?" the girl said. You liked it in the ass! “Come join the fun,” my mom moaned, turning her head. That was it for me. Okay, the idea of what they were saying appealed to me but it had to be on my terms; not those of a couple of unpleasant yobs who were trawling the bars looking for a fuck. He looked very happy and hugged her. She noticed a slight hitch in his movement, and then he tried to laugh it off. I want to show you some special stretches and japan you might not feel comfortable doing it in front of everyone." Had she done enough to put him off or would he still, still….. Riyena seems to be reading my mind. As you can see I don’t need your money anymore, just your friendship and perhaps,………,more.” I came out, she went in, and I dressed quickly. Her breath smelled like an open bottle of hundred proof, her muscles were watery. Another wry smile, “second.”