Jody got off me and I stood up. I took her in my arms and carried her to my bed. On the way, she whispered in my ear, "I'm on the pill so you don't ...ave to wear a condom if you don't want to. I want you to fill my pussy so full of your cum that I can't hold it all." She didn't know that I did not even have a condom and had had no intention of wearing one. I hate rubbers.When we reached the bed, I threw her about the last two feet. She landed on her back and bounced. She spread her legs. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had. The ‘hands’ move further up, and they are now circling your lovely round bottom. To make it worse, you felt someone kissing your ear and you realised that not many people would know to kiss you like this. ‘Ahh’ you let out a very quiet moan, and started shifting a little in the chair. The phantom hands kept wondering around, knowing every move that they make would make you feel good, and the kiss is now on your neck, touching area that is the most sensitive and secretive. You can feel one of. At first I said I was fine, until she looked up again and told me it was okay to take my shirt off, in fact that it was crazy for me not to with all the heat. So there I was in my shorts trying to clean as I sneaked peeks at her on that lounger in her bikini. Her breasts were spreading just out of her bikini and her hips pushing against the sides of her string bottom. At one point she turned over and she spread her legs further than before. She asked me if I could put some lotion on her back..