You never really said how you felt about me having sex with another man. Did it bother you that another man fucked me?"I said, "I thought about that a...lot right after our vacation but I found that I had no problem with it. I think it is because we were doing it together. I knew that you loved me. It was just something we both wanted to try and it was fun but not a very big deal in retrospect. Why do you ask now?" Does it bother you that I had sex with Anne?" No. I guess I feel pretty much the. His dilemma was, where to stop? He had no desire to scrape his entire body clean, like an Olympic swimmer. Finally, he decided to follow a line close to where his briefs came.Ben soaped the rest of his body, rinsed off and shampooed his hair. He turned off the water and dried himself with a towel. Then, he regarded himself again in the full-length mirror, paying particular attention to how his legs looked. He shrugged and stepped into his bedroom.There, he slipped into a pair of jeans and a. It would need heat for the mules during the winters, and would need enough space to store feed until the grass came back in the spring.I was sitting at the bar sipping from my glass of Sherry, when a large group of people entered. Several made their way to the bar, and others waited to be seated. Eavesdropping on conversations seemed to be a habit with me. Apparently, this group was psychologists having some sort of convention.Why was it these people thought they had the answers? I was sure. "How about right after school? I'll meet out by my Porsche, all right?" Right. That's a date," she said triumphantly. "Make sure you bring that pretty smile of yours along too." Oh I will," I said giving her a healthy dose right there. "You can count on it."I watched her walk away, her ass moving back and forth as sexily as she could wiggle it while her twat tingled with her arousal. I had known Debbie since the second grade, but she had always been rather cold towards me and Joey, especially.