John took Sara’s face in his hands, kissing her harder than before. Happily surprised, she returned his affection, tilting her head to the right and...letting a moan escape her open mouth. His tongue teased her bottom lip. Sara moved closer to her husband, one hand moving from her jaw to her hip. He pulled her even closer, causing her to almost straddle him on his favorite recliner. She took the hint and spread her knees, climbing up on the chair to join John. She adjusted a little for his Ruger. They were both smiling happily, showing no concern at all, so I said, "I'm glad that's your attitude, Ava, because Carol and I have been thinking about doing that. We haven't done anything about it yet, but we're thinking about it. How would you feel if we did have sex one day?" Mostly confused about why you're asking me. You're the boss and you've never asked me about any other girl, so why Carol? I'm being a smart alec, because I know brothers and sisters aren't supposed to, but as far as I'm. "That's what I want to hear,boy," the Abbot said with glee.The Abbot landed a number of more strokes with the cane across Oliver's bottom before turning his attention to Natasha,who bit her bottom lip in expectation.They were bending over side by side,Oliver was moaning,his bottom was stinging.The old monk placed his left hand on the end of Oliver's back as he reached across to cane Natasha.The monks long,brown habit brushed off Oliver's bottom as he raised the cane to administer to Natasha.. Old bar stools, older and more scarred bar, and unremarkable reggae type music blasting in the background. My kind of joint given the mood I was in.Jason gave me a squint-eyed look, seeing the collection of empty shot glasses I had stacked up into a little pyramid.“No amount of drink buries the heart, mon. Shit for your writer’s block too my friend!”But at my hand wave, he filled another and slid the double shot of Jack right into my open hand. I looked at it hard, picked it up and then bobbled.