Adult Blogger: HER 1ST ANAL Women are incredible," Mr. Morgan intoned once she was out of earshot, taking a long pull from his scotch and soda. "If I had to go to the bathroom, I'd say, 'Excuse me, I gotta go to the bathroom.' But not women. They simply say 'Excuse me.'"
Both Steve and Dan chuckled at his observation, but Dan barely paid attention. Over the top of his glass, he watched Mrs. Morgan as she strode away from them. A conservative khaki skirt that stopped three-quarters down her thighs, swooshing slightly back and forth as she moved, hid her tight little bottom. Tan, lithe legs extended from beneath the skirt, ending in a pair of Prada slingback heels.
She soon returned amidst talk of the Cubs and the White Sox and the coming football season. The table ordered another round of drinks as their light conversation continued. When the drinks arrived, Mr. Morgan took another large gulp. He must have downed four or five drinks in Dan's presence, and that didn't count the two or three he probably had before Dan even arrived.
"I have to go the bathroom," he announced, standing up.
Mrs. Morgan merely rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the update, honey," she said, teasing him. "Where else would you disappear to?"
"I'll join you, Dad," Steve said, following his father to the bathroom.
