I tried to be a little lovey dovey with him but he wanted no part of it. He said he was tired and was going to bed."I thought to myself, "If a man ref...sed to have sex with a woman like Carlie, either he had just gotten his rocks off or was brain dead."Carlie said, "I waited for Jim to leave for work this morning and then I thought I would do some detective work. I started going through the computer files looking for hidden files or letters that didn't belong. I work on the computer at my job so. Two faces were between my legs, gloming my dick and balls and they looked just like my nieces.I blinked hard. Deanie was sucking my balls and Deb's fist was stroking my hard-on with the skill of an experienced hand job giver. In her other hand she held a glass half-filled with champagne. Juice was already oozing out of my dick and Deb moved thee glass closer to my dick. She leaned in and licked some pre-quirt from the head and told Deanie it tasted good. Then she looked at my face and saw that. " Oh!" She stopped eating, eyes losing focus briefly. "Actually I am. My legs ache," she said, somewhat surprised."Then we can go to see the MAMAC or take a walk along the Promenade des Anglais." What's the MAMAC?" The Musée d'Art Moderne et d'Art Contemporain." What's that?"The Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art," I clarified."Okay."There it was again, that amorphous 'Okay'. "Okay what?" I asked."Okay let's," she answered. "But why are we walking if my legs ache?" Because stretching them is. They wanted one thing and I was not prepared to give it to them. No, the thought of being pawed and slobbered over by these horny teenagers had absolutely no appeal to me. Still, I never forgot Don and I often wondered about his experiences at college. I wondered if he had a serious girlfriend. And, in the same context, I wondered if he ever thought about me, even for a second. Recognizing that I had matured nicely since the last time he saw me, I wondered if Don would view me any differently.