"We always spent the last weekend of the summer alone together. This year it just wasn't possible. Feeling sentimental, I donned the purple camisole t...at he'd given me for Valentine's Day. I slipped into bed and gravitated to his side. I missed his scent on the pillows. I wanted him in bed with me. Needing to bridge the distance a bit, I grabbed my laptop to send him a letter."I wish you were here, darling. I love you and miss you. I saw Bri today. It was amusing as usual," I typed.It was all. It seemed Andrea thought she could win by cheating, making that early start, and I would have to strip. But her breaststroke was no match for my front crawl. I quickly picked up speed and closed the gap, winning by some distance.Andrea said nothing but got out of the pool and stripped, completing a couple of twirls to show off beautiful breasts and a trim landing strip. I blushed.Richard was next in the pool and I won again. Off came his shorts, exposing a semi-hard cock.I laughed. “Come on. Even the sound of my voice is hard to hear.''Hello!!'' ''Is there anyone else here?''As much as I walk, everything is the same. It's like I'm alone in the world. A feeling of fear and despair begin to take over my mind.''Am I dead...?''Thoughts of despair passed through my mind when I suddenly hear something.''Eh!? what was that?''I hear something in the distance. I run in the direction I think I hear the sound, and the closer I get, the more precise the noise becomes. Is a person talking!? I. You need to read it.’ ‘I can pay–‘ ‘You most certainly cannot,’ she said. ‘This is a gift.’ She thought for a moment and than plucked a porno magazine off the shelf as well. It was the April issue of a classy publication called Ass Lovers’ Monthly. ‘You have to get some smut as well. It’s the Patrick’s Books experience.’ I mutely followed Jean, caught up in her unstoppable whirlwind. She paid for the book and the magazine and handed the bag to me. The clerk didn’t look up. Jean had the broadest.