"I gotta get home and do some serioushistory." She sighed. "Sorry about..." I shrugged. "Me too, I guess. But at least we got each other,huh?"... She kind of laughed at that. We traded hugs, and a really nice long kiss, and then a couplemore, before she remembered she had to go home and do history. I stood outside and waved at her until she turned the corner anddisappeared.***11:41 26 Feb "So, anyway, what do you think?" Jill asked. I bit my lip. "I dunno, guys, it's. You look divine... or am I going too far with that?", I asked Carl while I playfully looked at Dave and grinned. "Man what a nice muscular body caught in Leather you have Carl...". I almost drooled. Carl was around 23 or 24 years old, and had hard muscles in all the right places. His green eyes looked straight into your heart. And his bleached spiky hair and stubble beard made him a dream boy. "You have a new fan...", Dave told Carl. "Down boy... Keep it in your pants, little brother! This one. She adjusted the sarong to cover any peeping body parts and they went to the elevator. ‘You look so tired,’ he commented. Another heavy sigh. ‘Kinda.’ Once upstairs, he ran a deep warm bubble bath for the two of them. He climbed in behind her and felt the hot water take away the chill he’d had earlier. Cassie let him wash the sand and salt out of all that golden hair of her and shivered pleasantly when he soaped her back and shoulders. They lay together as the bubbles evaporated, she with her. She was transfixed. She needed him. She needed him inside her. Right now. It took every ounce of willpower not to march across the lawn and fuck that man right on his kitchen floor. But Rebecca remembered her sleeping husband upstairs. Robert's wife and two children waiting for their breakfast. She wasn't a cheater. She wasn't a homewrecker. That's not me, she thought. I just need to work off some of this pent up energy, Rebecca thought to herself. She considered going for a jog, but felt like.