Jasmine took a Pepsi also.Don looked at the pool glistening in the muted lights, sighed and turned to Jasmine. He said, "You know I think your mother ...s partly responsible for my divorce. I...Oh, Shit, I'm sorry Jasmine. I shouldn't have said that. I was just thinking... Well I mean..."Jasmine was sitting looking at him with horror. He thought he saw a little tear in her eye. Don struggled up from his chair and sat on the edge of Jasmine's. He wiped the tear from the corner of her eye and said,. There were three girls grouped together and I was one of them, theone in the middle. The picture was from above the waist and seemed thatall the girls were wearing what looked like party dresses. Now you mightthink that the one who I thought was me was really my sister, but shewas there too, right next to me. I could see the picture was cropped andsome of it was missing. I e mailed her and asked if she knew anythingabout it. She had the original and sent it by e mail and the originalleft me. I froze.I wanted to go, but I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I'd known this guy all of 5 minutes, what the hell was I doing?I should explain, I've never been a one night stand kind of girl, and most of my previous experience had been in relationships, generally with people I'd known since I was at school and felt comfortable with. I'd had 'fuck buddies', of course I had, but these were usually ex boyfriends, where we'd decided that we were better friends than partners but the sex was too good. Me . . ." She managed between kisses. He didn't waste time, pulling his sweatpants from around his ankles and pulling his shirt up over his head, tossing it elsewhere. He moved inward, his mouth finding the kissable space between her neck and shoulder, the head of his cock nestling playfully against her inviting folds. "Please, baby, don't tease!" She begged, her voice husky and breathless in his ear. He grinned. He was doing better than he thought. He thrust into.