Tomorrow, we canspend the day getting you ready for your date." Date! Who said this is a date?" I reply.Teresa says, "Dinner at a restaurant. This i... a date girl. You hadbetter accept it."I spend the evening worrying. I want to go, but I don't. I like Tom,but I I am not gay. What will he wear? What should I wear? I startthinking about my dresses. Or should I wear pants. I don't want toappear too eager. No, a dress is better. Just not too slutty. But Ishould show some leg. Teresa,. The phone interrupted them, shrill and noisy, their daughter a nurse in New-Zealand, late as usual with her call, blaming night duty, time lag and god knows what else but wishing her birthday wishes. The moment past, life is like that. It was in bed that evening when the subject reappeared, both determined to have sex and he to prove she was still desirable, her that she was not past her sell by date. They kissed and her lips were hot with lust, Ian slowly slipped himself into his wife, his. "No offense or nuthin'."Jason took the last remaining seat, the easy chair, and fell into it with a heavy sigh. "Fine. Maybe the more I repeat it the less freaked out I'll be about it."Debby noticed the effect of Jason's words if no one else had. Especially Diane, who looked on with a mixture of trepidation and disappointment. She wondered if the others understood that everyone had a breaking point. She sensed Jason approaching his from the tension in his voice as he recounted what had happened. Blast after blast as his cock-head erupted deep into me. My cunt could not hold it all; I felt it run out and down my thighs. His cum was hot and sticky, I felt it burn my skin as it trickled down. The light from the lantern had brightened again and lit up the whole tent. I had lost count of the explosions he had blown into my pussy, as my own orgasm yet again threw my whole body off the planet. He let go of my hair and I fell forwards, and my body un-speared itself from him. I looked back.