Raising the wooden mug, Sam took a long swig. The dead hunter's ale went down rough. She let her arm fall back down."A year, Heather. A year." She cou...d feel tears coming. "A year gone ... and for what? Why?" But we're close, Sam." Are we?"There was a pause. Heather's arm moved, over and around Sam's shoulders. She felt herself pressed against Heather's body."You know we're close, Sam." Heather's voice had a strange catch in it. With a groan, Sam let her head fall over onto her friend's. She had long brownish hair that fell beautifully across her shoulders, a very shapely bust and an ass that would look great in anything. He was about her height and broad in the shoulders, slim in the waist and a smile that could charm anyone. I listened closely to what they were saying. “Let’s put the chairs back here, Hon.” I heard the woman say. “We can get more sun back here.” I could hear her dragging a lawn chair towards the fence where I was just on the other side. “What? Here?” He. Diese Fantasie liess ihn nicht mehr los. Es war an einem regnerischen Sonntag, als er sich endlich den Mut nahm und im Internet nach geilen Kontakten suchte. Das zeigte sich als äusserst schwierig, bis er dann endlich auf eine scharfe Webseite stiess mit vielen Frauen, welche echte Dates suchten. Also registrierte er sich und nahm sofort mit einigen geilen Girls kontakt auf. Schon nach wenigen Minuten hatte er Antworten auf seinem Laptop. Sein Schwanz wuchs schon in seiner Hose beim Anblick. Sydney, our neighbor, is my best friend aside from my wife. She’s also an occasional playmate. She’s sexy and pretty and fun, and she enjoys playing pee games with me from time to time. Our living room window looks across a small strip of yard into her dining room window. Sometimes we talk across the lawn with the windows open. That’s during the summer. during the winter it’s usually with hand motions or large scrawled notes. Sometime we flirt, too, blowing kisses, flashing each other, all in.