Describe the cup." A cup?"She said, softly, and I saw her soft, puffy lips form the words slowly, "A cup. What's it look like? What do you do with it?... The cup is... a chalice. Silver. It has been neglected, so it's tarnished. I pick it up. I'll carry it with me, take it with me, and polish it, restore it. I'll make it like new."She continued staring into my eyes, and as she waited her eyes seemed to look deeper, a small, mysterious smile on her mouth. Then she said, "I see." Then her smile. ‘You go ahead. My school’s just a few blocks away.’ ‘Thanks,’ she said again, and hurried out. He dumped the two trays in the trash receptacle, then watched as she walked across the parking lot. ThIs is important, he thought. Will she look back? She did. He waved, and she waved back with a smile – a smile that held no hint of self-consciousness. Beth, he thought as he started his car. Her name is Beth. — The next morning, Paul was waiting at his usual table – with two trays. When Beth. We moan into each others mouths as he pumps into me as I begin to cum again, my walls tightening around him. Instead of stopping like before, he keeps going, pushing against the resistance of my tightness. "Fuck, I'm cumming." he says, and I feel him cum inside of me. Just as I cum down from my high, I feel another follow and I moan loudly. We watch each other, not breaking our eyes away as we both reach our high. "Oh god- I'm cumming again." My voice sounds shocked, even to my ears as he. They are a sufficient reason, though. Nor are the ‘Tampa Twins’ at the Harley store, though I’m glad to say I got to see them even if not to touch.No, there are really only two reasons to be in Florida in March. Spring Training and Spring Break. Baseball and Bikinis.I’d managed to stake out a prime slot for my trailer in Fort Myers Beach for two months from mid-February to mid-April. It was high season and I paid as much for those two months as I had for all the camping sites I’d stayed at so.