But the letter gave me pause.It had taken time, but I had established a cozy, little life in thissmaller town. Friends, hobbies, exercise, outdoor act...vities, clubs, andparties. I had leisure time to read novels, write third-rate, flea-riddenstories for online fiction websites, cook, paint, try mountain biking. Ihad a great house. Why would I want to disturb this? Viewed in this light,a healthy, recovered, active Stephanie could be seen as an inconvenienceat best and a recidivistic risk at. On the next commercial, I turned my head up to look at him, wanting him to kiss me. As he moved to do just that, I pushed up and met his lips halfway, pushing my tongue out to him, seeing if he was tempted by such a kiss. His tongue greeted me in return and I used that time to move properly into his lap, straddling him. His hands moved to my hips and eventually to my butt. As we continued to kiss, he gave my butt little squeezes and I started to rock softly against him. The more I teased, the. .she had his...she… Oh Jesus!She knew she had to run away—get as far from this unholy scene as possible—wipe it from her memory! This was not happening! But her feet remained rooted to the floor and she found herself unable to look away. She stared and stared, the image of what the little whore was doing, the obscenity of it, burning itself into her mind. And right alongside of it images of his—Peter’s—face in the dim light: the look of blissful pleasure, the affectionate, loving. . well... you know," Mark replied with a blush, "we can... uhh..." We know no-one's likely to wimp out, get mad, or stuff." Ted finished for the blushing Mark.I wondered just what the hell these three got up to when they played this game and if they did it in mixed company or not. At the same time I felt slightly challenged by Ted's reply and I decided to show these boys that the older generation could stay the course as well as they could."I'll have you know that I don't 'wimp out'," I said.