" She shook her arm free of his and began to walk into the kitchen. Martin followed her."So when can we do it if he says its okay?"She turned to look ...irectly into his eyes and said very matter of factly: "Now … we can still do it right now … I just feel I should ask him if he would mind."Martin continued to look stunned until he saw her reach for the phone in the kitchen. "You're going to ring him at work and ask him if I can fuck you?"As she dialled John's number, she turned to him again and. ”We fuck on the sofa with two people sleeping beside us. We’re not quiet or careful, but they’ve both been drinking and don’t seem to wake. I’m too excited to pull out. It has been too long. I’m out of practiceFor the first time, I cum inside her. She cums right after me. Her body shakes.“Did you…?” she asks.I nod. There’s nothing to be done about it. We hold each other until I slip out of her. We fall asleep. We never talk about the summer breakup. We just pretend it never happened. . “I’m going in, Cindy, don’t try to stop me!” Stacy said.Stacy opened her mouth and went down on Mr. Wilson’s cock!“You whore! I was going to do that first!” Cindy whined. She had been thinking of how to out-slut her friend, and, knowing how badly they wanted to suck cock together, she was just about to take Mr. Wilson’s cock into her mouth. “What’s it taste like, Stacy?”Stacy paused her gentle sucking and licking. “Tastes like soap,” she said, before wrapping her lips around his flared. And even as my eyes returned to their young daughters and watched as they in turn jumped the last step onto the cement pier I couldn't stop the image that flashed almost painfully through my brain — the girls mother standing naked on the deserted beach, her straw colored hair dancing in the breeze as she dipped her toes in the surf, her perfect, pink tipped breasts dancing on her chest as laughing, she kicked a rivulet of sparkling water toward me.Christ it's already eighteen years since that.