She paused her slapping. “Horny? Hornier than ever? What is it that made you so fucking horny?”“Please don’t make me say. I’m so embarrassed...”SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! She resumed on my aching tits, much harder.“OK ... OK ... OK ... Please stop. I’ll tell you.” I pleaded.She stopped and waited a moment for me to gather myself. “Well?” She prodded.“Thinking about my daughter ... uh ... Anna ... mmmmm ... I mean Tissues!” I stammered out.SMACK!! SMACK!! Back to my thighs. “What about. " How about a cold beer? It's the least I can do." She gave me a direct look that made me very curious to find out what else she might do for me."Anything cold would be great," I said, and she went below and popped right back up with a couple of icy Buds.Beers have a way of disappearing in a hurry in the Florida heat, and we polished off two each while we chatted amiably. She told me she graduated from Florida State two years ago and still hadn't decided what to do with her life, which sounded. I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave or to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.Let us old guys track down those terrorists ... The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple. Friday evening found him sitting at a table in the restaurant when Lara walked in. Boy, she looked good he thought. The smile on her face showed she was happy to see him. The talk during the meal was centered on what the other had been doing during the week. Kyle didn't mention Beth and talked about golf while Lara talked about some of the customers that came into the store.In leaving the restaurant they agreed they would go to Lara's condo. Once they were there and even though it still was.