It sounds a little like Anna’s old exhaust. I had wanted to fix it, but never got around to do it. It had a distinctive put-put sound, I remember it...clearly now. The car I’m hearing in the distance makes the same sound which might or might not be a coincidence. I don’t care that much.So as I sit here, staring at the sea, I’m not overly surprised to sense someone stepping onto my deck and sitting down in the easy chair at my side. I don’t need to look around. I know who it is. She doesn’t say a. ”“And I don’t slip my hand in the waist of your skirt to play with the hair on your mound.”“Then I don’t open my waist band to remove my skirt.”“I don’t take off my trousers and hang them and your skirt up.”“Since you don’t, since we don’t, there is no opportunity to kiss skin-to-skin for the longest time while your hand explores my back and holds my derriere.”“And I don’t kiss your belly while kneeling to remove my shoes.”“And I don’t invite you into my bed.”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity. Got to get some exercise. See you later."Alex came round one afternoon with Anne. Mary was already there, working."Alex, talk statistics to me," Mary said.Anne settled in with her history text while the two wrangled over statistics homework. When Tom knocked on the door, he gave Anne a sheaf of papers."Look this over for me, will you? It's that essay Ms. Whatshername..." Kaufmann." ... wants next week. Just a start."Anne moved back to the sofa and Tom sat beside her. She handed him her history. Eventually, somehow, you are straddled on his lap and he’s – finally! – kissing you gently on the lips, nibbling at them gently, and playing with your breasts. Squeezing them in his hands and occasionally pinching gently at your nipples. It’s even more difficult to breathe, and you find yourself making soft animalistic noises in the back of your throat. You notice that Pete is breathing a lot more heavily now too. Pete removes his hands from your breasts, and pulls your vest up and over your.