”“I wish you could come with us, Phil, but I totally understand and would never want you to do anything that would get you in trouble. We’re coo...,” Jess said. She bumped her fist twice on her left tit and flashed Phil a peace sign... Phil thanked her and helped me unload the trunk.The guys were nice enough to help me lug the cooler and duffel bag through the trees to the beach. The brush wasn’t thick but I got scraped on both arms and legs as we passed through. I avoided getting a branch jammed. My body quivers as my hands move slowly down imaging them to be yours, cupping my breasts, my nipples rolling between my fingertips as they harden. Down my belly, slowly stroking hot flesh, soft, yet burns with desire. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs,. Looking back, maybe it was just lust, but it doesn't matter much. Mr. Lowes had a huge, thick cock with a huge, full ball sack, that I could not get enough of. I had heard the term, "gay" before and my friends would joke about it, but I wasn't even 100% percent sure what it meant. I just knew I was drawn to this big, strong, sexy man and he to me. As much as I enjoyed him making me cum, I think I enjoyed making him cum even more. I loved how nervous he would get around me, how much he wanted. Just and overwhelming calm and boring nothingness, and even after all this time, and all the problems that came with her, he missed Suzanne. Missed the excitement she brought with her, the hot and dirty sex, the looks she had given him that turned him on, knowing that when they were in a crowd of people and they would get home they would be making out, stripping off their clothes before even the front door was closed. How he missed the laughter, the zany eclectic humour they shared and even the.