Of course, all participants in sexual activities are adults—above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. L...ngo>>>>>>“Oh Ronnie…Ronnie…come here, will you?” I knew she was just being polite. It was a joke she liked to play on me. “And, Ronnie…bring the ‘demonstrator.’ You know the one…your favorite.” She finished with a hearty laugh. Why not? The joke was on me and, worst of all, there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. I trudged into the. My vagina was relaxing to accept him and I was starting to lubricate.Once he started to slide a little easier, he started thrusting harder. And rather than pulling back just a little, he was pulling back until he was almost out and then ramming himself back in balls deep. I should probably be ashamed to admit this, but I was starting to enjoy it.I was hoping that maybe he hadn’t had sex in a while and would fire off really fast, but that wasn’t to be. In fact, he was a little Energizer Bunny.... "Gah!" Leslie said at the sight of her brother's package. She had seen enough of that in the last 24 hours."You know," Jay said, looking at her, "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."Leslie sighed and stripped, remembering to do it slowly. Then the two of them removed Anne's clothes. Like Leslie, Anne was wearing tight shorts, but had accentuated with a tube top instead of a tank top. When that top came off Jay whistled in appreciation. Leslie had to admit, her best friend had quite the. They had their new life. I had my new life … and even that was changing … somehow … somehow inside me.Their decision to marry happened when Sylvia and I left for the jungle visit. Rather than trying to track me on international phone tag, they put their plans on hold for my return. Only a couple weeks, right? When Sylvia returned, but I didn’t, they put everything on hold. No wedding talk or plans until they knew about me. But, it turned out that my going missing only solidified, cemented their.