Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. Wh...t shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be said, or told. I swallowed them long ago. I think now of what has changed with me. Wondering if I’ve really changed at all, and have you. Will you like my current girlfriend? I. For the first time since diving into the pool, Anna became aware of the absence of her swimsuit. She realized that her nipples were fully exposed and that Bill had probably noticed that as well.'Why did he not tell me?' She wondered.But then her attention was brought back to the now, as the dolphin's snout rubbed itself against her already excited clitoris. She now regretted Richard's 'accidental' stroking of her earlier, not knowing that this was all orchestrated for this eventuality.Bill and. The image galleries of his favourite site clicked onto his screen. Girls with their arses in the air seemed to scream beneath the lash. Semen shot yards into open mouths. He clicked a sound file and heard the crack of leather meeting bum cheek.Greg opened his legs wider still and got ready for the tingling feeling he had started to associate with sex. At school he sat at the back of the class next to a boy who had asked him "whether he had started wanking yet", and he had learned pretty quickly. When Andréa got home she walked in and kissed me then saw her thong lying on the table. As soon as she saw it she knew that she was busted. She fell to her knees on the floor and started to sob, begging me to forgive her for sleeping with a man who she didn’t love. She said it was just a thing that she did when she was horney and I wasn’t there for her. I looked at her and said “It ain’t no thing baby”, I then picked up the phone and called Doug to tell him I was in for the weekend. Andréa went.