”“Oh my God. Are you going back when your time is up? If you’ve been here almost two years it’s almost time for you to leave if you’re going...to. Can I go back?”“No, I have decided to stay here. There isn’t anything back home for me. I lost my farm to the bank and I love it here. Sure, I work hard and don’t have all the modern conveniences I used to have but I’m living well and doing fine. I’m staying. I don’t know if they will let you go back or not. I was under the impression we had two years. By the end of 2012 I have had frequent sex with the same number of men on his list; he says there have been 15 men on the current list. So imagine when I’m talking to any man who is remotely known to me -- do I detect a gleam in his eyes? Does he know what kind of sex slut I really am? Can you imagine the feelings I have when we go to a party or large dinner party and he says to me there will be a couple of your lovers here tonight! Out of maybe a dozen! That’s enough to have me dripping all. Their flesh slapped together with force, creating that stereotypical sex noise. “Hurry Carter,” Keegan groaned out, “Halftime will end soon.” “True,” Carter grunted back in response. Carter picked up his pace, slamming Keegan against the wall with his thrusts and tightly gripped Keegan’s shoulders as dropped his head back. Carter began to feel the familiar sensation as he rapidly fucked Keegan, “It’s time, yes, now, I’m cumming, so hot, yes,” he cried out. Carter exploded his load into Keegan’s. Experiencing the girlfriend climax had fueled Bonnie with whatever courage she needed. Her lips spoke before she had the time to think about it. “I have been watching you…” said Bonnie in a soft unexpectedly sexually charge tone. ---- They both turned sharply, startled by the realization that someone was there watching them, an arm length away. After the initial fright, the couple was more relieved that their stalker was not a cop or some self-proclaimed moral police. Surely it was neither.