Carol and I sat on the couch. I pulled her in for a passionate kiss and took her cowgirl shirt off. John came back in the room and she looked up at hi... and patted the cushion next to her. He sat down and she turned to him locked her arms around his neck and put his hands on her bare breasts. I watched them as they made out. She started moaning. She reached for his zipper and pulled it down. She took his cock out and it was red and hot. She started stroking it, then knelt down in front of him. Mmmthey did feel nice ... very sexy and held me nice and snugly.I went back down stairs into the kitchen where she was waiting leaningagainst the counter."Ok," she said, "drop the jeans."Which I did .... "They look good on you," she said stroking my front."Oh and I can see that you are starting to like them." With that sheflicked the front of my panties turned and left for work.I stood there wondering what to do I actually didn't want to take themoff so pulled up my jeans and started to write. We got back to the car and she said she wanted to get really drunk (i liked that idea) so we went back to my place and we started drinking after a few drinks i could see she was getting very tipsy so i put on some music i went to get some more drinks when i got back she took both drinks of me and pushed me on to my chair, she truned around and walked over to the stereo and truned up the music and started dancing in a slow sexy way silding her hands up and down her body she slid her hands down. ’ A wise man- Frank Bama- once said ‘A good navigator is never quite sure where he’s going… and when he gets there, he’s still not quite sure’. The older I got, the more sense these words made to me. I hoped those words were accurate, as I’d had no idea where in the hell I was going for quite some time now. All I’d known for sure was that I needed some time away from everything. Just drop all my responsibilities, take a week or so, and say ‘the hell with it, I’m going down island’. ‘- and here.