Sunglasses reflect the light but not the heat, I take a sip of iced tea and try holding a book above my head to block the sun’s glare. My arm quickl... tires. I put down the book, close my eyes and inhale the chlorinated odors of the swimming pool. My consciousness swims in a bright orange darkness and relaxes to swimming pool sounds: bouncy diving boards, screaming children and swimsuits dripping on the way to towels. Sweaty moisture glazes my chest and drips into folded crevices of skin. I. Fuck her he did -harder and harder. She felt sweat running, tricklingdown her arms, over her breasts. She was going to dieshe knew, this was too much for her. She was going todie of fuck. She .......His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt theripples, through his entire body it seemed, as heflooded into her time and again.Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cockand then - she was turning inside out. Their orgasmsseemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumedthem both.. You on the four wheeler, in your pool, on your first day of school, when you wouldn’t let me go and cried at the top of your lungs. And the day that the principal called me at work, laughing, because finally, after two weeks of crying all day, you met her at the door with a smile, and said, ‘Look, Mrs. Cook, I am not crying today!’ The past ten years seem to have flown by at times and crawled at others. The major achievements that you have made through your disabilities, the minor set backs. Kevin and I looked at Remi, not knowing who was 'bum-boy one'.'You,' said Saka, pointing to Kevin. 'You are bum-boy one; and sexy body is bum-boy two.'I was annoyed at being labelled 'bum-boy two', but the feel of Kevin's tongue on my anus and arse-crack soon made me forget about it.All four men began to strip naked as Kevin's tongue probed deeper into my love hole, prompting me to moan and groan with pleasure. My boyfriend certainly knew how to rim a tight arsehole, even when he was stressed.