“Yes. I was despairing and filled with sadness and pain and worry and, well, I know you’ve had some of the same. I mean losing your wife and all,�...� she said.“Yes, that’s so,” I said.“Actually, our common friend, Stacey, suggested that I talk with you and share a drink or a meal or something. She was, is, of the opinion that the two of us could maybe, well, anchor each other at least to some degree,” said Jane.I could feel my face fall. “The Phoenix Carters interfering in my life again,” I. On Friday, I played with Tim, Sean, and a kid named Darren. I think that we represented the top four players on the team. We were playing the front nine, so I hit that same long draw around the corner. Tim gave me some shit about the great shot, and threatened to break my driver if I kept doing that. He was close, but didn't make it around the corner. He matched me on the next shot, and three of us were all at the one hundred yard stick with Darren sitting at the one-fifty yard marker.It was. Each movement inside her flooded her insides with a burning lust for more. Her head slowly slid up the sofa, until it was against the hard and solid arm-rest. She could not slide any further and it pressed painfully against the top of her head. Her hand reached up, desperate suddenly to touch him and to feel his bare skin. She gripped his right arm that was supporting his body. Slowly he picked up speed, admiring her lovely tits as he screwed her. He was aware of Beth occasionally raising her. Afterwards we walked over for pizza, and I was thinking deja-vu. While chatting with Katherine was fun, Gemma was even easier to talk to. She sat next to me, and every now and then our thighs brushed together, sending tingles through me.When we were done, we walked back home. It took a long time, and I held her hand the entire time."I had fun," I told her as we got close to her house."I did, too," she said.We walked up to her porch and stopped before she went in."Next week?" I asked."OK," she.