I'd stopped the grinding motion as we pulled into the parking lot when I was pulled out of my lustful daze."Oh, I'm sure you're good", was all she sai.... But what did she mean, I wondered. Was she saying it like, "I know you're good, you've been boring a hole in my right ass check since we left" or was it a sarcastic "yeah right you're good, this can't be comfortable for you" kind of statement. As I pondered this for a second or two she said, "why did you stop?" I really didn't know what. I said - you can take me as your own and share every sad and happy life with me. He liked it. The thing that happened that day ahead of him was like this: Me: Say one thing if you don't mind? Madam: Yes, of course. Me: you are beautiful Madam: Thanks. Me: and hot too .. don't mind .. i mean look good. Madam: Why are you blushing for calling me hot? Me: Sharma is no more. Just thought that you should not feel bad. Madam: Well tell me what do you like in my body? Me: everything. Madam: Still ... He pretended he liked her. Kept the other boys off of her at least. He was crushing pretty hard on Reggie though.” Zoë tiptoed her fingers up my spine. I tried to read her face. Joy. Unfettered excited joy. She picked up Display Sexual and Social Courage. “We’re playing this?”“That’s what Renée offered.” I smiled. “We have to pick teams. Tops and bottoms--”“Xiomara! Me and you!” My sister waved over my head to where Elizabeth was looking better. Renée smiled at me.“We got an odd number.” Connie. And a few of you that I chat with know that we had something special planned this weekend if everything went well. It did.Wes, one of the guys, had his friend Mick coming in this weekend just for one night on his way to Florida. As a divorced man, he was looking forward to a new job and a new life. He had not had much sex since his divorce and hoped the hunting in Florida would be as good as he had heard, especially with a lot of rich, older and single women. Wes told us that with his good.