How appearances can deceive us. Then I recalled how she had left our sons alone while she and What's-his-name were off gallivanting about. (or, more l...kely, shtupping each other silly) I remembered the insults, the demands, the threats that I'd not see my boys. Suddenly, I was back in the game. Let the assfucking begin!Annie must have seen my thoughts play out across my face. There went my poker career! My resolve was reflected in the anxiety I saw growing in her eyes. Good."You aren't serious. " She smiles. "I'm Tori." She swims over to me and extends her hand out to me. "Marley." I shake her hand hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am. "Hey you two." We both look over and I see Shay putting her bag off to the side. Holy shit, she looks amazing and the bathing suit she is wearing is a lot more revealing than the one from last week. It is red and it would be a bikini if a thin strip of red wasn’t connecting the top and bottom in the front. She leaps in next to Tori and lightly. I shrugged mentally and returned to my book.(For those of you scratching your head, Penelope had a lovely head of hair. In--or out of, for that matter--the proper light, her hair resembled a molten river of gold. I suppose she was attractive in all the conventional ways, as was her friend, but I frankly wasn't paying any attention.)The first half of the play was pretty good, though it didn't quite have me riveted to the seat. When intermission rolled around, I headed for the inner courtyard to. He quickly led me to the back and out of the back door. Once I was out, I thanked him and bolted. That night, I kept thinking about the guy. I could easily imagine him since he resembled my former coach so much. The more I thought, the harder my cock got. I started to think about the guy leaning over and sucking me off in the car. Before I knew it, I blew my load onto my stomach. As if a barrier had crumbled down. I cleaned up and hopped onto my computer. Instead of watching a girl and a guy.