It has no real beginning, middle or end. It is purely a memory amongst many memories, a snapshot in time, an imperfect watercolour landscape for the p...rson who taught me that painting in watercolours is about building layer upon layer of thin washes, each completely nondescript, dull and boring on their own, but in combination with each other, creating something special.For Ric and Renee, and for Noel, may God love you and watch over you.The track from the station, once smooth and well tended. Instead Jordan surprised her by smiling. ‘I remember Jeff mentioning his sister read his notes while we were in college. You did some of his projects, if I remember correctly. I even was annoyed at my parents at some point for having only one child. The nights I spent up completing my lessons stewing over the fact I didn’t have a younger sibling to help complete my work. So tell me Miss Morgan what is your favorite subject? He grinned. ‘Mathematics but Jeffery stopped teaching me in his final. Is it mad that I'm enjoying this, even though it's scaring the hell out of me? Oh fuck, here it comes! I feel whatever it is penetrating. Slowly and with precision. Now I'm wondering how often she does this! God, she's sexy. My cock is so fucking hard and she just keeps fucking me with that... I look around and find out it's a vibrator. I pray that she doesn't turn it on. Thrust, thrust, thrust she goes. Fuck! Harder and faster she goes, whispering some shit to me, I can't make out what, but. Dinner started at 9:00. Just after the first toast, it seemed like the sexual vibes began to crackle. Each younger partner sat next to the other. Carl and Pauline each sat at opposite ends of the table. When Maryanne set her wine glass down Eric felt her hand on his dick within seconds. He had been looking at Babette all evening feeling the acceptable kind of lust any red-blooded man would be feeling. When Maryanne grabbed his cock through his pants Babette’s shoulder dipped as her hand went.