Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room."I guess we should just get it over with, huh?" she said."I guess." What was wrong with me? ... felt like a nervous teenager on a first date.Jenny walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I still couldn't read her emotions. She didn't seem resentful, but she didn't look like she was looking forward to this either. Just business I guess.She got to her knees and unzipped my pants. Giving them a tug, she exposed my flacid cock, although I. My only idea of what went onat this kind of place came out of the movie "One flew over the cuckcoo'snest." But its a lot better than that, trust me. The lady I'm seeingseems to actually listen, and care, and God, how I've needed that thelast while. Maybe there's hope after all.Your bud,Don.*****Doug;My stitches came out today. Well, most of em, anyway. I'm going to havesome wicked scars there for the rest of my life, but I can live withthat, you know?One of the nurses suggested I get a tattoo. He had vision of her walking out of the water, long hair chastely covering her bare breasts, trailing sparkling droplets behind her as she came toward him on the beach…__________________After mingling for a while Caleb glanced at the beer pong table. Ginger's partner, Ryan, was using an awful lot of his body to help her line up a beer pong toss. He released her arm and she arched the ping pong ball directly into the opposing team’s last cup.“Swish!” Ryan shouted.“Fucking ringer!” Max accused. Her color had returned to her pale cheeks. ‘I love you, Sara. You’re so beautiful.’ He continued to tell her as his hips surged to her. ‘God, you’re soaking wet.’ ‘I love you, Jack.’ She reached back, turning her head back and brought her lips to his. They kissed gently, his movements slowed. He was faltering in his rhythm, he was close to cumming. Jack reached his hand down, rubbing his wife’s clitoris roughly, smashing it against his penis as he pistoned in and out of her deliciously warm,.