Sweetly, she offered to share but I was only interested in her sweet Tang (and not that terrible artificial orange drink) so I skillfully undressed he... as our weightless, naked bodies floated to the ceiling. Then in my most seductive whisper, "We're so fortunate the men left so we can be alone." Yes. It's kismet," she breathlessly replied. But the only 'kismet' I was interested in was when her kiss met my pussy. We resumed tossing and turning in mid-air like putrid brown hot dogs on a 7-11. Maybe I should have gone out for coffee with him like he asked, but having the secretaries at my office whisper about how David had announced that we were through just wouldn't do. I had to give them something else to whisper about.I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him terribly and that even if it was just for an afternoon, I had to have him back. I think the thought of a woman "throwing herself at him" was too much to resist. We met at a motel and. ‘But…um…not to kill the mood or anything…are we celebrating something?’ She pushed me onto the bed, and knelt down to take off my shoes and socks. ‘Nope.’ She said simply. ‘I was reading this article in a magazine, and I want to try something with you. I hope you don’t mind.’ She said softly. ‘If you don’t like it, we can stop…’ She said softly. ‘I’m sure whatever it is, I will like it.’ I said, trying my best to hold back a chuckle. She really had no idea how much I had been waiting for her. A final swirl signaled their surrender as their brief existence was squeezed out by the surrounding pressure. ‘Just like life,’ he reflected, ‘different things flare up for a brief period of time, then get swallowed up and lost in the bigger flow.’ Picking up a smooth flat stone, he skipped it across the top of the water with a strong side arm snap. ‘Nine skips… doubt if I’ll ever get another fourteen, let alone beat it.’ Another painful memory, ‘She was here that day, jumping up and down in.