While Claire kneaded my bum, I moved my hands between us to get at her breasts. I was gentle with them at first, but then on impulse I squeezed one of...them hard. She flung her head back, and there was a mixed look of shock and pleasure on her face.I fumbled with the top button of her blouse, with little success. She pulled away from me and smiled. We exchanged no words; there was no need. We both knew we were about to cross a line and there was no turning back.She stood before me and undid each. Ed was aware that she made no move to get dressed. Finally she said. "I need to pee. Be right back."Ed smiled. He knew that she would pee, clean out his come, and be ready for a second go.He was very comfortable with Jean. It was a hell of a lot more interesting screwing her, than sitting in that lounge, or being back here watching reruns on the TV.Having come once, Ed was able to give Jean a long, hard fuck. It lasted twenty minutes. Jean came twice more. When finished, both had had enough.. ‘What’s in the box?’ ‘Stuff that Denise gave me,’ Mark replied ‘I gathered it all up so I can throw it out next garbage day.’ ‘So you think that’s going to make you feel better?’ Kevin asked in disbelief. ‘It can’t make me feel any worse.’ Mark countered. ‘Are you sure about that? What if a month, or a year, from now you want those things back?’ ‘I won’t, Kevin. Believe me. They’re just painful reminders.’ Kevin placed his Pepsi can down next to the box as a smile appeared on his face. ‘Then. "Yeah, that's us."Marla looked pretty and just a little older than I remembered her. We made small talk before we left. I noticed that Mrs. Peterson--Marla's aunt--didn't give any time limit for this date.Marla was quiet in the car, and I helped her out of the back seat when we got to Vaughn's."Hi, Kristen; hi, Jim. Who's your guest?" the manager said as he greeted us."This is Marla LaGruzio, from California." Pleased to meet you, Marla."The manager took us to our secluded table and handed us.