In his bed. We didnt do anything particularly special that night, we jacked eachother off and slept naked together. We lay and kissed for hours, whisp...ring our feelings and thoughts to eachother. Feeling the new and special bond that we had unearthed by sharing our feelings. Friday morning we both had to get up for school, so I borrowed some of Dereks old clothes and we walked along together. Laughing and Joking, we talked about everything that had happened in our lives since that night two. I never knew sex could be like that. It was so intense." Then she turned and started walking again. "Is it always like that?" she asked over her shoulder.I smiled sagely and nodded. But the depth of the previous night's passion had startled me too.Later I sat in the shallow pool. Jennifer had insisted a proper slave girl should always bathe her master. I was staring, mesmerized by the movement of a neatly trimmed pubic bush, which was nearly tickling my nose. Jennifer stood above me and was. She was severely overweight, probably obese, but she had a strange calmness about her that distracted you from her weight. He guessed she carried herself well. Her thick brown hair was swept up into a pony tail leaving only her bangs to hang around her face, making her look a little sporty. She hadn’t noticed them sitting off to the side of the deck. She was almost past them when he decided to call out to her, ‘Lindsay.’ She turned in surprise. ‘Oh! Hello Doctor Watson.’ He shook his head.. My ex-sweetie made as if to sit down as well, I stopped him. I must have scared him with the abruptness of my response or maybe he was offended by the coldness in my voice for his smile faltered. Gently, I suggested that he call his ride so he could go home. This statement was greeted with silence. Something in his demeanor changed as he responded in a strange voice, ‘After all, I was only here to walk the dog.’ He called his ride, no answer. I wanted to be rid of him so I offered to drive him.