When the party wrapped up, she grabbed my clarinet bell, like she would a hard cock, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, saying that she hoped she...would see me soon.I transfered from that band two years later. We really didn’t see much of each other from that point on, maybe a wave or two from the audience to the bandstand. About a year after my transfer, I came back for a quick visit while on summer leave. I went to the band room to see my old friends, and the woman’s husband. "Oh fuck that will make me squirt again!" Jenny screamed.That gave Ken an idea."Have either of you girl's been DP'd?" He asked with a leer and Jim grinned."I have not but that is a fucking hot idea!" Jenny said."I'll get the lube!" Ken said as he went to his bag.When he got back Jenny was mounting Jim in a cowgirl position. He watched as her pussy slid down the black shaft. Ken moved behind her and spread some of lube on her ass. Then he slowly pushed his middle finger into her butt."Damn! You. I look at them, unable to comprehend that these are my legs, my hands. I have been estranged from my body too long. The sensations in my skin are as odd as the feel of the damp wood that surrounds me. The voice is always just ahead. I grow weary and long for the beach. I long for the skeleton of my boat. For the second time I weep. I sniff the air, searching for the smell of salt that has become all too familiar. I search for my scars but cannot find them. The forest has healed my body. My. The squirrels have to use one single path to get to the feeder. They can't get above it. They can't climb to it. They come along the top of the fence. Makes one dimension go away."Alan was listening now. "Which one of you came up with that?" We both did," Terri said."How much help do you need?" Cindy asked.Terri bounced backward against me. "Susan's gonna do some machine work. Dad..." She eyed Alan, "won't let me solder." Something bout my eight year old daughter with an eight hundred degree.