She wore her shortest tennis skirt and the tightest workout shirt she could find. As Chrissy walked into the club and made eye contact with Sean they ...oth smiled, only they knew their little secret about the passionate fucking last night.So they walked out onto the court side by side, just like normal. But things weren't normal between them. Chrissy had stayed up all night, fingering herself gently, picturing the next time her and Sean would be able to get some time alone together. Knowing that. I guided her to stroke the hot rod up and down. She could see how she could control me by holding my dick. She tried squeezing me with different pressures and pumping my shaft at different speeds.She is at least new to this if it was not her first time. I pulled my pants to my knees and asked her to keep playing with me. I no longer have to hold her and make her touch the dick.I took the opportunity to grab her body. We were facing the terrace gate and she kept pumping me while I played with. I was upset at myself for not being smart enough to take your offers to re-try a serious relationship with you. I've always wanted to but felt I would be dealing from a point of weakness, my fucking ego. But I do know that long term, we probably wouldn't work, I'll never have time for kids and I think you might make a great Dad. Even with our horny interludes, we've always managed to be good friends and confidants. I only wish I knew the last time was the last time. I wouldn't have been such a. Whether it wasbecause of the chamomile itself or simply something more psychosomatic,it helped soothe my jangled nerves. I was sitting at the smallkitchen/dining table in the RV with my father opposite me drinking fromhis own mug, his filled with coffee. He'd guided me there after I'dcried for a good ten minutes and went about making our drinks from theclearly well-stocked kitchen. He'd set the drinks on the table fiveminutes ago and neither of us had said a word yet. It was almost likesome.