"I'm sorry Deb. I really didn't mean it that way. I meant it more in thesense that I don't deserve Jenny way, not that way. I really have gottenbet...er about that. I do see myself as a woman more than something else."Debbie nodded at that and asked me to go on about the wedding. I went onabout how after the whole Monica debacle, Jenny and I had bonded evenmore. Debbie joked, "Is that possible?" I tried to ignore her as Iexplained to her how Mary had once again figured out there was. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his fingers until she suddenly stopped and stood up just slightly. She quickly undid Roberts pants, and pulled them down as quickly as she could. She pulled her skirt up, and slid down on his cock. She madly bounced up and down on his cock until he couldn’t hold it any longer and he came hard as she continued to ride him. Once she finally came, she stepped off and went into the bathroom to clean up. Robert wasn’t sure what to say the rest of the evening. He. It was so soft and firm. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I don't want be abusive.The next thing I thought of was for me to touch her pussy. She wouldn't let me. With just a right amount of charm I was able to make her agree for one condition. We have to do it at night by the beach, where there is not much people around. So we made our way there.We were alone at the dark beach. We hid. So I gave them a longer looking over than usual as they made their way through the park.I was so into watching them I never noticed that someone had sat down next to me until he introduced himself."Hi!" he began, extending his hand toward me. "I'm Hank."Feeling a little embarressed I returned the handshake."Nice to meet you" I replied. ("Oh shit! How much did he see?)To make matters worse this guy was ripped. He could have pounded the shit outta me right there.Turns out there was nothing to.