Lynn said good-bye and closed the phone. He thought back to their conversation and his eyes lit up.Did she say, 'my love'? No, I must have misundersto...d her. She couldn't have said that," Lynn rubbed his hands through his hair, looked at Major and went to work clearing off the table; he was still trying to recall her exact words. Lynn gave up, shrugged his shoulders, and looked on the refrigerator for Sam's parents phone number. It was right where she told him. He dialed it, and waited for an. Placing his thighs under her shoulders he lifts her head and rests it atop his pelvis then waits in silence until their breathing is in sync. With well-oiled hands, he lightly strokes her neck, her shoulders, the side of her upper body, the interior of her arms and her armpits.Simone responds to each gesture. Once again, her nipples harden, the pace of her breathing increases. She emits the slightest of sighs, barely audible whispers that say “yes.” When MK’s hands circle her breasts, her back. I also figured driving the partying crowd around could be kind of fun. So far I’ve been right. I’ve met some interesting people. Most of them have had a few drinks in their system, but none have been so drunk they’ve been a bad passenger. On my first weekend I’d picked up a couple that I was getting a little frisky in my back seat, but nothing beyond making out and some second base stuff. That had been the extent of any “confessions” action for me. Right up until tonight. I started my night. The sun started setting over the ocean. It was beautiful. We decided we should head back to our room. We walked along the beach still naked and admired the resort. The buildings were all gleaming white stucco and all the guest rooms had spacious balconies. There were outdoor bars and restaurants everywhere. We got to our room and showered and had a glass of wine from our in room bar. We lounged around still nude. There was a knock on our door and I looked through the peephole and said, "it's.