The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, casual sex toward the second half of the 80s had become dangerous. Maybe more important, I’d lost the ...hrill of, ‘find ’em, feel ’em, fuck ’em and forget ’em’ and was ready to fall in love and settle down with someone I enjoyed talking to the next morning. Back then the scenery was always exquisite and, at least in the places I spent time, it was a target rich environment. I’ll admit I wasn’t always particular, I don’t distinctly remember fucking any. The room was empty and the noise was clearly coming from anotherbedroom. When it dawned on my it was my parents fucking each other's brains outI was shocked. My parents were both in their mid 40's and My mom was inreally good shape for her age. I've caught a glimpse of her milky white tits afew times catching her on the way out of the shower. She was about 5'8"and a little heavier than average, but I'd play with her rounds ass and tits ina heartbeat. I stood silently in the hallway outside. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to marry her, to take her back to Texas with him, to live on the ranch, and to be his wife. He deserved a love like this, one where his wife loved him, as much as he loved her. Now, he wondered, if she wanted the same thing. She had said she did, but now, he was fraught with dread, that she might say no, when he proposed to her. He looked at her, sleeping peacefully nestled into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of. I’m not asking you to pretend you don’t love Dave. I know you love Dave and always will. I’m asking you to just do one thing. To go with the decision that’s not the easiest or the most comfortable. The one that’s going to upset the least people. I’m asking you to go with the decision that’s going to give you the most happiness and fulfillment these next twenty years.”I could see tears in Jill’s eyes as she listened to Chris’ words and her mind started thinking about what he was saying and about.