I asked, "Chlorophyll adaptation?"He smiled. "I've not heard that as a first question before. No, swamp adaptation. I'll give you a present if you can...demonstrate a brachiating adaptation."I manipulated the tissue ridge over my inside lower finger joints. "Flesh pad here, plus callus ridge orientation on the fingertip pads."He nodded. "Good. The rotation pattern of the shoulder joints are another clue. I will give you one hour to collect all you can hold in your hands before you are. I called her to jump her ass but she reminded me that I threw him away when I got pregnant by another man. He was fair game and will be a catch for any “faithful” woman, emphasizing faithful. I love her but I guess she needed to sting me a little? What could I say? She’s right.RobbieIt’s been almost four years since those fateful few months and 3 years since the divorce was final. I saw her at both girls graduation but we didn’t talk or sit together. Kind of petty of me I guess, but I still. I was giving it my all and he was able to remain composed. He'd rub me on my head to let me know I was doing good. I popped one of his balls in my mouth and he rubbed a bit harder. The call ended and Steve let out a sigh of relief. He then looked at me and said, "Goddamn, I want to stick my dick in you."I smiled and allowed him to pick me up and shove me against the wall. His tongue probed the inside of my mouth. The force of the kiss pinned my head to the wall as he grabbed a handful of my. . her friends. I opened my eyes and looked up as one of the guys she was with approached us.“I pulled back and Kimberly pouted for a split second, as if a spell was broken. Her friend asked if she was all right, his eyes narrowing a bit as he scrutinized her reaction.“Yeah, I'm fine - I actually just realized I met this guy here last year and we really hit it off,” Kimberly lied.Her friend raised his eyebrow. “Well, he's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to,” he offered.Kimberly gave a.