No wedding.”“Better not be a baby shower, either...”“Almost a month. He hasn’t TOUCHED me. I’ve kissed his cheek. That’s all. Wanna intr...duction?”“Sure. Why not? That way I can be a witness at his trial.”“Really evil.”Walked up to Bob’s window. He smiled when he saw me. Kept smiling.“Bob, this is my friend Denise Wilkerson. Denise, this is Bob Newman. He’s sorta my guardian.”“Hi, Denise,” Bob said. He extended a hand. Took Denise a second but she shook it.“Hello, Mister Bob...”“Just Bob. That’s. Markus only just managed to free himself from his pants and grab a towel lying next to him in time. After his outing on the boat he didn’t think he’d have had time to build up much cum, but he came with at least as much intensity and quantity as he had earlier, just from watching them. Completely depleted, Markus took a while to recover, but thankfully he hadn’t missed his critical photo window. The couple in the room next door had no thought at all for anything but each other, certainly none. At first, her sexual thoughts shamed her, but she came to revel in them, taking solace in her imagined satiation. Her mind's eye pictured his lean body, his square and resolute jaw line set on wide shoulders. She hoped that she would find the desire in him that she felt throbbing deep within herself.As Helen's friends married, they whispered their sexual secrets in their coffee groups. They spoke of passion and pain. They recounted the breaking of their inner bodies to please their men, the. I jumped out of the car and ran. Never even considered that people had seen me, both driving and leaving the scene of the accident.I ran all the way home, turned off all the lights and pretended no one was at home when deputies came to the door.When Dad and Mom came back Sunday morning and noticed the car was no longer in the garage ... I lied.When the deputies came back later Sunday, and had witnesses that I had been driving ... I still lied.When the deputies came back WITH those witnesses ....