It was a sexy look, especially from my perspective on the ground. Sitting there, I could look straight at my wife’s long, muscular legs and almost s...e up the skirt. The fact that Megan was as sweaty as me, her blonde hair dark and matted and her skin glistening with moisture, made it even sexier. I felt a stirring in my shorts and grinned as she approached me. “Damn, don’t you look sexy,” I responded. “Work all day cleaning up the yard and you still have energy for that?” my wife responded. She. I’d read for a good thirty minutes before Clarissa came into the room.“Studying?” she asked as she closed the door behind her.“I had some time to kill, so I decided to read ahead for World Religions. How was your chat?”“Jocelyn is the friend I needed in High School.”“I was fortunate that she was the friend I had in High School!” I replied.“I thought that was after you graduated!” Clarissa teased.“The statement is true either way,” I replied with a grin. “I’m glad you two had a good talk.”“She. I learned that Sandra hadn't dated anyone since Micah died, and that Tracy made such an impression on a few of the doctors and ther****ts she worked with after the accident, that they'd pulled some strings and helped her wrangle enough scholarships to get into Stanford. We talked about the classes Sandra was taking her first semester, and about the weird meditation stuff her roommate was apparently into. We didn't "do" anything, and just sat there talking until my roommate came back around one. “You saved my life,” she said, looking at him with a young beautiful body and an old soul. “You gave me life, I knew you’d come.”Dangien rolled her over on top of him and caressed her face. “I’ve seen your face every night since I was 16 years old. You have always been my destiny,” he said, and he meant it.Glamora pressed her lips against his, and nature took over. They kissed with such passion that their bodies wound together, their tongues entwined. At this moment, they became one in heart.