I know he choose this position on purpose so he could watch my face and my expressions as he fucked my ass for the first time, and I’m pleased becau...e I can watch his too. Sweat is forming on his creased brow, his eyes are locked on mine and filled with animalistic lust and need. His thrusts come harder and harder and we’re both grunting and moaning as each thrust is met with the loud smacking sounds of flesh against flesh. Letting go of my left leg, the palm of his hand comes down on my clit,. "She spun out of my arms. I followed her to the wine rack in the kitchen, adjusting my erection when she couldn't see me."Have you ever gotten drunk, Brent?" No, not in this life."She gave me a curious look. "You say that a lot, talk about this life versus other lives, I mean. Red or white?" Red. Red wine doesn't need refrigeration. So says Agnes." I like Agnes." Grace deftly peeled off the waxed surface around the stem of the bottle."So do I. She's my only friend." Why do you talk about other. Or that one crazylady who came up to our table and got Zolly's, Flora's, Mom's, Dad's andmy autograph too, just to be on the safe side. Zolly seemed gratefulthat Max had "nice people" like us for neighbors, who were right therefor him.I remember the day he wandered over from one of Max's shindigs, tellingmy folks, "I'm worried about Max. He seems so gloomy."At this point we'd only known the fun Max. The thoughtful, considerateMax. My dad pointed over at him---playing his concertina, leading. “No, he just hates breakfast,” François said. “Not that I blame him, this looks like...”I stopped listening as I moved away from them and up the hill. I hated bannock with a passion. I had snacks in my bag to get me through the morning, and right now, I wanted to think more than I wanted to eat burnt dough. The day was shaping up to be the hottest yet. I was already in a full sweat when I reached the site. It took me a couple of minutes to get my compass out and take the bearing to the first.