They hitched up their mini skirts an then wiggled into tight tops. Ithought Sandra's boobs would split hers but amazingly the materialtook the strain....They then pushed their feet into their shoes with afamiliar whoosh, turned on their heels and left me to my misery withan erotic image of their legs.Just before they all left Stella called up "You can finish of thedrinks now if you want." My eyes filled with tears again as I laid inmy confinement still inhaling the smell of those womens feet,. When we were done eating, after we still barely exchanged any more words, he went to rummage through some of the things which had remained in the van.“What are you doing?” I inquired, and approached him from the side. When I peered into the back of the van, I noticed that he was filling a backpack with supplies. There were also two fishing poles, which he proceeded to pick up and push into my arms. “Huh?”“We’re going fishing, it’s part of the experience,” he replied.“What experience?”“The. For the better." She sat down and ordered the same without looking at my glass.Twenty years ago, I was her first boyfriend. After school, we'd lost contact, and now was the chance to pick up where we'd left off. Two broken marriages, a c***d each, the usual stuff. "The immortal gods must have a plan for us," I said, half meaning it. The chances of running into each other on the web? Well.After dinner, I asked if she'd have another drink as we entered the cab. "Your place," she said, "I want to. "Here, babe, blow." he instructed.Joe sat up and followed Mark's orders, blowing his nose and wiping his eyes. Mark held out the trash can for the soiled tissues, then took the cool damp wash cloth and tenderly bathed Joe's face. He returned everything to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and the bottle of ibuprofen."I don't know about you babe, but when I cry I always end up with a headache. Shall we beat it to the punch?" At Joe's nod, he shook three tablets into Joe's hand and.