’ Slow downward thrust, throb, pulse, rapid upward retreat. A louder moan, ‘Mmmm! Yeah, baby! FUCK me!’ Thrust again, pause, push that extra bit...even deeper, pause again, then another slow retreat, followed by Wendy’s loud scream to ‘GIVE it to me!’ Thrust inward again, slightly faster this time, then swift upward retreat. A louder moan of ‘Fuck me!’ A quick downward slide back in, then just as quickly back out again. ‘Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me!’ she half- pleaded, half-demanded. Wendy’s. I always associated our trips to the lake, to our cottage, with the aroma of rubber, perhaps because of the two enormous inner tubs we kept in the shed. We would retrieve and roll them down to the shore almost as soon as we arrived. That weekend Lisa and I were in the water even before Dad unpacked the car. She stayed near the shore, but I swam out past a deep spot to a sandbar where I could stand upright with the water reaching just to my upper chest. The waves that day were not too large, but. We sat at the dining table and she was feeding me in the mouth along with her.While having dinner we looked each other in eyes and our eyes are saying what we needed. After dinner while she was washing her hands I hugged her from behind and placed my pennies over her butts over our dresses and I know she too can feel it. Then I kissed her on the ears and said I love you mom and kissed her on the neck. Then she turned towards me and kissed me on the chest as I was not wearing anything and then. William was not looking for love though as he was a master's student in biochemistry, and had a lot of work to do if he wanted to finish one of his electives in neuropsychology in time to take the summer off. All he had to do was one more paper and that should take care of that course other than the fact that everyone had to partake in at least one psychology study. He had meant to fill out some questionnaire or answer whatever questions were necessary earlier in the year, but he had just never.