“Jeff, one of these days I might need a ride, I mean if...” I said.“Not a problem. And I can get a couple of the other guys to lend a hand too,�...� he said. “Just say the word,”“Okay, I will,” I said. “I’m gonna miss the kids, but it is what it is. They’re going to be putting up roadblocks all over the place; it wouldn’t work, not for me. So, yeah, I’m done with the bunch of them.”“I can dig it man. A lot of guys were dumped on by their women. Hard to find one a body can trust anymore. Damn near. No Adam's apple. Her breasts were spectacular, natural and sensitive. The sex had been in a warm, wet, silky tunnel. She still has never taken that damn thong off though. And that is most definitely a penis. Time for proof, so I roll, slipping one arm under her pillow as a distraction and drop my other hand to the thong covered crotch. Yup, that is a penis alright, about the same size as mine. She moans at the contact. I pull back a little, expecting an explanation. Her eyes remain shut and she. It was fun and I didn't want to get attached. One day I decided to end it, since I didn't want to hurt her, and as we talked in my apartment she finally started laughing and said she was going to break it off for the same reasons. We ended up deciding to just have a physical relationship. We started that night and I didn’t have any condoms, so I told her I just wouldn’t cum. She seemed pretty doubtful, but after we’d fucked for what seemed like hours, probably a lot less but still pretty. "You're not coming to bed?" Karen asked, looking over her shoulder.I shook my head. "I've still got a bit of adrenaline left in me," I said,bending down and then hefting the sweat-soaked sheets in my arms. "I'll gothrow these in the wash and then see if I can't get a head-start on ourtaxes," I replied. April was a little less than two months away, and we'dbeen hoping to itemize our taxes this year.Karen's face as she looked back at me was a mix of both worry and love."Okay, but don't stay up.