She's got a great ass: Big but shapely, soft yet firm. The kind of ass made for butt-fucking. Any other time (as anyone that has read my other stories...can tell you) that's exactly where this story would be going, but not this time. Trust me, you DON'T want to fuck her. She is crazy, needy, and is still stalking her ex like two years after they broke up. I usually beat my dick dry before I see just on the off-chance my brain stops functioning I still won't be able to do her.I try to be a good. "It's been a rough week. This meal will put me right to sleep." She knew, and relied on Johannes's understanding and empathy."Then let's make the most of it," he responded. He rose and led the way toward the shore. There was a small marina there, and he took Helen's hand, drawing her down one of the piers."We're going sailing," he said. "There's nothing more relaxing than that." How wonderful," Helen said, turning to hug him and plant a kiss on his lips. She slipped her shoes off — holding his. "Amy looked up at her, "Similarly to what happened this week?"Nick grimaced slightly, "Look Amy, I love you, you know that. You're my vest friend and I would do anything for you, and that is something that would never change, no matter what. I want to give this a try between us because I believe that something so beautiful doesn't come around too often, and I wouldn't want to regret it for the rest of my life. If this doesn't work out, I swear to you that this week was not a model for the 'what. Don’t act like you don’t understand what’s going on. Or did your other ‘baby’ not hear me closing the door over the noise you two were making upstairs?”John pleaded and swore up and down that he would never cheat again, that he loved Amelia, that he would do anything for her. She stared intently at John, tears welling up in her eyes—it wasn’t hard to conceal her real intentions with her real feelings of hurt and betrayal—but she would not accept his apology. Not yet, she told him. He.