.. um ... did you... ?"I smiled tenderly down at her. "No, of course I didn't."A tear suddenly formed at the corner of her right eye. "No," she whispe...ed softly. "Of course you didn't." Is that the way you really want it, Sandy? Do you desire doing something ... but not want to know when you've done it ... or remember doing it at all?" But ... she's so much better than I am," Sandy whined. "Tod likes her better. I just want him to be happy. I just want YOU to..." And what makes you think that. Remembering the hot summer days, you lay on the thick mattress in the bedroom on the patchwork quilt and close your eyes and dream, dream of the hot afternoons cleaning the windows, washing the car, the hot rays of the sun on your forehead, and the beads of sweat wiped off by the kerchiefs, and the wet cloth of your cotton T-shirt clinging to your body as you worked the garden, and painted the shed and fell on the backyard lounge chair to rest. Your dreams flickered. In the sleep of your dreams. If all else could be fulfilled, so could that.‘Don’t you come either,’ she moaned weakly in Patrick’s ear, though he continued to pound. ‘Please don’t come, baby. Take me to the rug. To the rug…’ Patrick slowed once more in his searching thrusts. ‘Whatever you say, Pam…’ He backed from the tree and carried her, still spiked on his dick, to the picnic-strewn quilt. There he laid her down, himself on top, immediately launching into smooth, fast missionary strokes. Aiden was suddenly there,. Richard felt bad for her. When the time came he didn't know if he would be able to exploit her weakness if it put her in more pain. But this was a match he wanted to win. Maybe he would be able to find another way of beating her while making sure not to get frozen solid in the process. 'The winner of this match will be the first person to score four points or knock their opponent unconscious!' the referee called out and Richard was surprised to see that that it was Alyssa who would be scoring.