Her eyes were fixed on something that didn't exist on the far wall, and her hand was cold as ice in his. He looked at her, his eyes widening. "Oh my g...d, you... you aren't...?"Her eyes slowly shifted to his, and they were bright with tears. Tears of shame, of guilt, but even more so, tears of remorse. Tears mourning the loss of what could never be again. "God, Kevin, don't say it. I don't want to know," she pleaded, closing her eyes against the flood of emotions raging through her. When she. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most.It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I'd attended alone the day before.I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she a vision. It had been raining all morning and the. I returned to the living room and took a seat in what had to be Bob's recliner. There were some technical journals and car magazines in a rack next to the chair. I got absorbed in an article about Ford Mustangs, my dream car, until I heard footsteps.Ms. Connie Brooks had transformed herself from sexy teacher to a sexy party girl in a remarkably short period of time. She had put up her hair. Diamonds, or at least something that looked like diamonds, graced her ears and throat. Supported by the. Angie gave his forearm a gentle squeeze and pulled his hand up towards her breast. Suddenly Bobby whispered in her ear, “Angie do you think less of me for allowing the use of mouth for other men’s cocks?”Angie twisted around and smiling she said, “Bobby, if anything I love you even more, you are level headed and not afraid to exercise your likes!” Bobby then kissed Angie on her neck as he snuggled even further towards Angie and ended up spooning up to her, they both drifted off into a light.