One must choose denial or acceptance, there is no alternative. Unfortunately, it is far easier to deny change, than accept that nothing will ever be t...e same.Betsy, despite losing her need to be constantly moving, very seldom just sat around doing nothing. One of the beneficiaries of her constant activity was her research. She had tagged over twenty sharks during a two month period and collected an impressive quantity of high quality data. A picture of the routes taken by the sharks in. Her marriage had broken up (‘I always was a fidget’) and the children were away. Her job kept her in Washington, where she had a rented flat. She reached across, took my hand. I noticed that she had stopped biting her fingernails. ‘Are you ever in Washington, James? How about next time you give me a ring? It would be so good to sit down in a quiet restaurant with a bottle of white wine…’ ‘A.B.C.’ I said. ‘Anything But Chardonnay.’ ‘Certainly. Never Chardonnay.’ It was strange and painfully sad. Sarah gasped as he slid his cock into her. She'd never had someone as well endowed as Michael before. She'd never had sex in the pool before either.After Michael thrust into her a couple times she began rubbing her clit. Disentangling herself from him a few moments later, she pushed him into the pool wall. He lifted her up onto him easily and then lifted her legs up and rested them on the side of the pool. Sara could feel his cock rubbing against the top wall of her vagina, right against her. “Hold on,” she cried and firmly applied the brakes. The big car squatted as the anti- lock brakes let Karen keep the car under control. She felt a thump behind her and heard a yelp of pain as Susan and Richard rolled onto the floor. Serves them right , she thought, as she turned the car into a large sub-division with which she was familiar. The car plowed across the road as it looked for trac- tion. Just before Karen thought the car must go into a ditch, the tires bit, the front.