His hair was long but indifferently styled. Iprobably would have taken more note of his carelessness, except that mypussy was wet and I was too horny ...o be paying attention to my own alarmbells. We talked for a while in that aimless style used by two peoplewho have nothing in common but sex. We got up. He changed to boy-clothes. He just wanted to get laid and so did I. We went to my placeand did it. Nothing special, but now I was more observant ? too late. Hehad found the gag I still had lying. (She gasps as the word "cunt" bursts from her lips.) She says after I cum inside her, she likes to collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She whispers she loves the feeling of a guy's cum on her fingers and clit, hot and sticky. I can tell she's almost there when she tells me for the past few nights, she's fantasized about a cock in her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants. It was a one-piece, quite conservative in fact. But the setting was the same. She stood against the same railing as Allison."That means..." Brit stammered, but somehow couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to; Jeff knew exactly what she was going to say. Lissa must have been there for the whole photo shoot!Once again, Jeff was tempted to shut down the computer and never speak of it again. It was one thing for Allison to get naked for her husband. Regardless of how erotic it was, it was. I thought I would just make a fool of myself, so when your message appeared it was like a lifeline to a happier time.” Paul lowered his head, eyes looking at the table. Joan reached across and took his hand. Their eyes met, all four full of tears. The food arrived. It seemed such an interruption, so unwanted now. But they ate, and while they ate they chatted freely, talking of likes, dislikes, great experiences, sorrows, children. And lost loves. They laughed the laughs of old friends, sharing.