"Does it matter? I'm yours, at least for this weekend." She kissed his neck before relaxing her grip on him.Released at last, Zach withdrew from her b...dy and disposed of the condom in the trash next to the bed. Then he rolled back to stare at her face. She was flushed pink, but her eyes were clear and bright. He touched her cheek, tracing her jaw until he reached her chin. She dipped her head down to kiss his finger, giving him a smile that warmed him through."So are we gonna skip the Halloween. Unaware that you are revealing your thigh (you know that perfect part of the inside of a womans thigh, right where the tendon connects to the pelvis) until you catch his eyes locked on your leg. Now he is the one blushing. Ahem, anyway the inane and benign conversation continues. He is staying at the swanky Marriott and in town only overnight then heading home. Blah, blah blah. From time to time you adjust just enough to make sure he is still sneaking glances. The plane is landing soon and you. After you're divorced, I will love marking the hell out of you. But, promise me you will let me know if I ever hurt you. A hickey is one thing. Hurting you is something else. You just ran away from an asshole that hurt you.”“I understand, Dave. At the right time, I want you to give me hickies all over my body. I want you and everyone else to know I am yours.”“Don't worry about that. I have an idea that will surely let you know whose girl you are.”“Oh Dave.” She sighed and began rocking her. There is somebody already in the warm water, floating around at the far deep end. And by my feet I make out a heap: two shoes, socks and a skimpy dress. Even better: I've got some female company tonight - that would be exciting! I pull my shirt over my head, struggle out off my pants and throw them all onto the same heap of clothes. Then I silently slide into the pool and begin my refreshment swim with a long cool dive. The woman is a girl, and she isn't all pleased about me joining her. Her.