I felt like picking her up in my arms, and carrying her to a warm safe place. "What's his problem, do you think?" He's thirty, says he doesn't want to...get serious yet. He wants me to live with him, but doesn't want to get married for a few years. I'm sorta conservative, you know? I grew up in a small town that Norman Rockwell coulda sued for copyright infringement."Laughing, I asked, "But you're sleeping with him, so you can't be that conservative." Should have said conventional. There's not. It was empty. She wrapped her legs around me and gave me one of her patented soul-stirring kisses. “I can never get tired of that. Ever.” “I think I know a couple of other things that you’ll never get tired of either.” “Show me,” I breathed out. She stood on the sand, and proceeded to guide me onto my back. She undressed me, taking all the time in the world, but still leaving my damn boxers on. I was beginning to hate those things. As I lay there, she slowly performed a strip tease for me. She. As if she sensed what was about to happen, Samantha backed off the pussy and opened her mouth in from of that cock, just as the first jet of cum erupted from the organ. That first shot completely missed her mouth and landed on her nose and then ran down her nose and dripped into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to get her first taste of her friend's cum, quicking closing her mouth and swallowing it. She opened her mouth just in time for the next shot to hit the target dead on. The full black. "OK," she said, amiably. "That's kind of scary to think about anyway. But I like touching you, and I like having you touch me." She wiggled against him some more."Have you ever had an orgasm?" asked Bob, softly."I don't think so," she said, her eyes clear. "I never did anything until I met you." Would you like to try that?" Can we do that here?" she asked. "I really like this."Bob looked around. There were people at the bar, and four people swimming in the pool. Others were walking, going here,.