" Oh thanks Mark, hey what made you notice that you pervert?" Nothing, just happen to notice." Mark said trying to stay cool.Mark and Ally had reached...the end of the street, and decided to follow the trail into the woods at the end of the street. After about five minutes of walking the both settled down and sat down on a big rock to relax for a bit. The whole time Ally was talking about some thing she had done with her friends, and Mark could care less, he was busy staring down her shirt,. All those other words found in a dictionary signify making things better ... except stir up.I’ve seen what happens when eggs are stirred up. Ain’t nobody going to make that right with the egg. I suppose make lively might be possible ... but not if ones intent is to make the dead alive ... for sure he’s not going to wake up refreshed or get going again.Yup ... stir up trouble is the only part of liven that fits.I needed a better word.How about make David as mad as a wet hen. That way I don’t. Whatever, I had never had sex like this in my entire life.Perhaps I should fill in the missing parts someone out there might have a real need to know what happened. For those of you who don't care, go fetch a box of tissues, you're gonna need 'em.It hadn't been much of a phone conversation really. I apologized for my conduct the night before, Maggie told me I ought to, but I noted that she had not verbally accepted it. I was kind of awkward for a moment or two and then I suggested that I come. The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the flesh of his back.At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside. The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a faint metronomic rattle. Jacqui sighed heavily and rested her chin on her nephew's big shoulder."Wow," she breathed. She sat astride his massive prick, feeling.