‘Sorry, I thought that one was mine! I’ve been drinking from it,’ she said apologetically, Diana offered him an untouched glass from her right. ...he brushed against him as they exchanged glasses. Her reaction to the brief interaction stuck out to him, as did everything lately. He drank half of the glass in one go. His father began talking at him. His eyes made their way around the table. His mother was watching his father attentively. Mr. Walle was actively listen, looking from Anthony, to. . and for the length of time that the hug endured.Amy was from Thailand. She was slim with shoulder length black hair which frames a beautiful face - a slim figure, with nice tits (just a handful each) and with a trim firm ass. She was married, hence I was surprised by the length of time that she allowed the hug to continue.Finally releasing her, I put her back on the ground - she was only 5 feet tall compared to my 6 feet.She laughed and smiled at my antics. We had become quite friendly over. I mean, shit, that one night when you told me that Daniel was fingering your pussy from behind, and you seemed to enjoy it, I almost lost it, and probably would have let him fuck you.”It was time for me to hint that I was the lady from the golf course, and I asked, “So, you’re saying that if I was the cock sucking MILF from fairway thirteen, who might also be fucking other men, that it wouldn’t necessarily be that devastating for you?”He seemed to be sobering up quickly hearing that, and he. We know the same songs that remind of us of long hot summer trips across boring flat states. we all feel deeply about our loss and our love. we all have parts of our bodies we wish looked better. we all look in the mirror at night and ask why we’re here. what’s so special, unique about one man and his tattooed arm?…a girl in pink panties lying on our bedroom floor telling us her life story in deadly detail? not much. when i think about love, how people do it, give it and lose it, i am amazed at.