I asked why she is crying. She said that she always wanted to have a moment like this, but never it happened. Now it is happening. She wants to live i... to the fullest and hugged me tightly.I also hugged her tightly, felt her body’s sensation, and moved my hand all around her back. She started smooching my neck. Both of us started breathing heavily. She then suddenly stopped and sat back. But I was fully charged up by then.I didn’t even bother to think about the reason why she stopped. I just. I mean the guys all knew they were there all along, but when the skirts sprouted in April, we no longer had to imagine, and it was a leg man's paradise.Missy was no exception. She appeared at my door early on that second Monday of April. Her light sweater was open, showing her white blouse. After a steamy kiss, I followed her off the porch to her car and recognized immediately that the blue jeans were not pants, but a skirt that ended just above the knee."What?" she teased as I stared at her. Her cries of passion were louder and fuller than she’d ever heard before. Is it Susan who makes her so passionate? wondered Charlotte. But she couldn’t be sure as Harriett seemed to be giving her great pleasure too as she nibbled Emma’s clitoris with her teeth, while Susan in turn squeezed her vagina tightly against her own. Or was it because I’m watching? Perhaps, Charlotte thought, my presence gives Emma just a bit more pleasure. Perhaps she gets sadistic pleasure out of my discomfort. Or. I’ve been better.”“I still think you look very athletic.”“You need to stop,” Doug cracked up.“Why,” Rickey checked.Doug confessed, “Cause I’m not and I wish my wife would tell me that.”Rickey intimated, “But you already know you are. Right, sir?”“Wait! Did you just call me sir?”“Yes, sir!”“Why?”“Because you’re a man,” Rickey added placing a hand on Doug’s forearm. “Forgive me if that offended you.”“You’re good.”“Thank you! What do you like to do for fun?”“I watch sports. I like to work on.