Gotta watch that waist, he chuckled. Things got even more fun for him. What feminine hygiene products do you use? Fortunately they had a list to choos... from since he had no idea. How often do you get yeast infections? Yuck, he thought. How severe is your menstruation? He couldn't believe they would ask stuff this personal. Do you have bladder control problems? He answered very high on all of these. Yep, I've got feminine problems all over the place, he thought and laughed loudly. The last. I asked what she was doing for a living, and she gave me a vague, 'working as security for a state agency, ' answer. That was near what he had said to me, before I threatened to feed him his own balls for dinner one night. He didn't tell me everything, but enough to explain his many late-night absences. He wasn't old enough to die from a heart attack. They wouldn't let me see him, after he died. It was a closed casket funeral.Having Lisa back, made up for most of the dreariness my life had. "Anne moved in from the other side and grabbing hold of my fully erect cock she asked, "Well Sandy how did it feel to be the receptacle for a man's seed?" Smiling I said, "Surprisingly it felt wonderful. The pain at first was not much fun." Danny having recovered a little kissed me on the lips, then he surprised us both by moving down and wrapping his lips around my cock. Anne raised her eyebrow at this and proceeded to pinch my nipples while Danny applied massive suction to my cock. I was not. This little game went on for several minutes with me getting closer and closer to her beautiful auburn triangle. Sue moaned softly and whimpered, “Please, Dan, please wait. I’m getting wetter and wetter and it isn’t from the Gulf waters.” Sue playfully shoved me back into the water and swung herself over the stern giving me an enticing view of her bottom and slightly opened pussy lips, and went to the grill while announcing that she was starving. Just this quick glimpse of Sue’s womanly.