I kissed it, at first, much as I had your lips. I played my tongue over it. I tugged at it. Once again, one of your hands found my hair, the other pre...sed its nails into my back. We paused long enough for me to pull my shirt off, giving your hand free reign over my skin. I lay across your body to reach the far nipple. My erection ground against your hip. I supported myself on one elbow and put my other hand between your legs. Your shorts were wet. It was probably sweat from the hike – but. Hard to believe that so much has happened to me in the last few years. The association director is Eric Simpson and his assistant is Joyce Jones. Eric is a great director. He seems to know just about every pool player in the state. Joyce is his right arm woman, she makes sure everything runs right.Eric has to be in his mid forty's. He is married. His wife is ok looking, nothing to write home about. They have three children. Joyce would be turning thirty in April. I know because the big secret. She returned my look with the biggest, naughtiest smile I’d seen from her in a while.I guess this is going to be a fun night!Bill and I grabbed our drinks, looked back and smiled at both girls, then headed out the door. Along the way, I grabbed the asparagus, as that will need to be grilled soon, and Bill helped me grab the serving dishes. Once outside, we both started to laugh a little, obviously replaying the same image in our minds.“Wow! I never expected that.”, I said.“I did.”, replied. "We enjoyed some kind of communal stunned silence as we trekked along the coast till Sabreena broke out laughing her deep belly laugh."You guys surely know how to talk an awful lot about the most obvious things. For crying loudly, we are six individuals who like each other — that means six friends; there are three men who all happen to love their woman — that makes us three couples, right? Now, what more could any sane person want, for chrissake, considering the fickleness of mankind?" I am.