He told me I was a good boy, and wanted to know how sweet I really felt, but he warned me that special man things sometimes hurt, but only for a while... or a bit; I would learn to like it because we liked each other, I would make him happy, and he would be nice to me.He kissed my neck, my lips, my stomach, sucked my feet, and turned me around to kiss my butt, he spread my ass, put his tongue on it, He said he was going to kiss it like how He saw me kiss Stella that night, but I was more special. As Bonnie and her husband, Ron, were having a drink at the bar he suddenly felt tired and sleepy so they went back to the room. It was two days later when Ron woke up. He was in a hospital bed with his arms secured by his side. His was a little groggy and his crotch area ached. A nurse looked in and said, HI, then left to get the doctor. The doctor and Bonnie came in a moment later. Bonnie smiled and looked Ron Straight in the eyes and began to explain:Ron, you have been screwing around for. Wrapping her in a towel, I led her to the balcony where we could stand without being seen by anyone, other than perhaps a sailor on the bay with a good telescope. I dried her slowly and sensually, then dropped the towel to the floor. My hands gripped the taut globes of her bum and kneaded them, stroking them, my fingers tracing a path down the crack between them. She wriggled away when my fingers got near to her asshole. I pulled her back and repeated the stroking, but again she wriggled away,. Turning to face me, he rubs the side of his face and I realise he is exhausted. “First of all, I want to apologise for not calling you.” “It’s fine-" I start but he holds up his hand, stopping me. “No, it’s not fine. It wasn’t cool of me to spend the night with you and then ditch you like that. I’m really sorry, Beth. I truly am,” he firmly says, making my eyes widen in shock at his determined tone. I let out a deep breath, quietly satisfied at getting the apology I wanted to hear. But that.