Like our courting years it wasn't long before Anne was half naked and we were intent on our foreplay totally oblivious to the outdoors. Unlike our cou...tship times it wasn't winter and the windows of the car weren't steamed up also it wasn't cold and we had the windows down so that we got a flow of air, we also didn't know that dogging was now quite popular in England and we were in one of the local hot spots. So Anne and myself were quite engrossed in each other my mouth sucking on her nipples. Now..."Johnny," Marilyn searched for the right words. "Do you remember thatstory I read you when you were about thirteen or fourteen? The one byKurt Vonnegut?"He thought for a moment. "I remember reading 'Slaughterhouse Five' inhigh school..." No. This was a short story about a young man. He had no personalityat all, but he he was a great actor for the local community theater.Remember? When he played Stanley Kowlaski he became passionate andabusive. When he played Romeo, he became obsessed with. “After he was done, he snuggled with me and held me. He got sappy, confessing his love. Thanking me for having the courage to do this with him. I mean, stuff he hasn’t said or talked to me about in years. It was actually pretty sweet. Then I remembered all those messages,” as she said the last part, her voice trailed away and she looked out the Jeep window.“He got up and got my ring and tried to give it back to me. When I refused, he seemed confused and asked why. I told him I wasn’t. I already do that with video chats that show me a lot more, up close and usually with something boating into tuna town.I got the answer when I was telling a girl that her boobs looked great, but were too small to push out the bikini she wanted to buy. It would be either pulled up to not cover anything or would gape open anytime she leaned forward. When the app dinged I looked over at the other monitor. I saw a whole set of the latest, as well as those which should be at the store in the outlet.