He then slowly began to go from room to room, lingering a bit in each, savoring whatever memories he could, no matter how much they now stung. He cou...d find no further items of his, or of anyone’s. The place was truly empty. Almost as much as his life had become. He made his way out to the living room and stood, staring out the picture window, lost, and not only in his thoughts. ‘Hello Sam.’ He whirled around as if struck, at the sound of a voice that he knew so well. And incredibly, he did. We decided to go have a few drinks in our hotel lounge (it was 1978) We had 3 or 4 drinks and it doesn't take that much to get me going,there was music so we danced a bit. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him as well. The music got going again and he walked to our table and asked Marc if I could dance. All she could think of was how wet her pussy was. It was hot and swollen and she could feel her juices dripping down her inner thighs. She felt Jeff pull up her robe and sink his hard throbbing cock deep inside her. ‘Fuck you’re wet baby. I’m going to fuck you senseless.’ Jeff was so aroused and he completely forgot the fact that he only had sex in the bedroom. He forgot he was almost fully clothed, fucking his wife in the kitchen. He griped her hips and pulled her back harder against him.. Even before I removed my first piece of clothing, all anyone could talk about was what happened yesterday between Brian and Allison. By the time I reached my home economics class I was actually feeling a bit jealous. What's up with that?Brian Crothers:I had taken quite a bit of ribbing about yesterday already, but that was to be expected. I knew that by showing off I would pique a lot of people's curiosity, but I just couldn't sit by and do nothing while Allison suffered. I had now officially.