On the plus side is the provision of long distance relationships and opportunities for honing one’s proclivity for talking dirty. The negative side...should be obvious and flows directly from the positive. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration. ” I growled happily. “God, you feel so good.”“So do you.” Linda gasped between breaths. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed doing this with you.”“We were worried about Kara.” I said, teasing her erect nipples. “Remember how often she came into our room at night when she was younger?”“ ... yeah.” Linda said slowly.“We had to wait ... until she was older.” I grunted, thrusting my hips in time to meet hers. “We didn’t want ... her walking in on us.”Linda groaned long and loud at that, and I hid. He always seemed like a teenager stuck in a mans body. Victoria started going to their place 3-4 times a week and Jack would be there, on time to pick her up from school. When ever they arrived back at Jack and Samantha’s, Samantha would rarely come down to say hello. She was a successful wildlife artist and spent most of her time in her art studio. Although she liked children, having Jack around meant she could continue her work, she trusted him with Victoria . The. When I came out he was all packed up and ready to go. ‘Hurry up and get dressed, we’ve got to get going,’ he insisted impatiently. I quickly dressed realizing he was right, it was late and I needed to get home. Once I was dressed he ushered me out to his car and we were quickly on our way back to town. We rode in silence for most of the way until we were nearly back at the shopping center. ‘I want you to meet me again at the same place on Friday,’ he said suddenly breaking the silence. I looked.