Tom said the worm wants to know where, I giggled and said it's a dirty place. Tom dragged his finger tips over my stomach and up my chest,then over my...shoulder. Tom said to roll over. After I rolled on my stomach he ran his finger tips down my back.as he slid down I started to laugh again and said he's getting close. Moving to my side he slid past my waist and over my legs, I said he went to far. Tom said the worm thinks he knows where to look, and slid up to my butt,and moved around one cheek. After supper we retired to listen to pop music on the radio(it was a rented house with no record player) and as soon as we were on our own stripped out of our bathing costumes and were in our natural skins. After a heated passionate kiss I took the ring box out of my trouser pocket, knelt and spoke those famous words “Sarah Will You Marry Me?” And amazingly she agreed! Once the ring was on her finger she was so happy she nearly ran to her parents to show them. “As I told you last year the man. I let him go and was about to turn away, thinking it was over with but I caught a movement with the corner of my eye. He had opened the bottom portion of his coat and was pulling out a revolver!I turned and snapped my right hand down, chopping his wrist causing him to drop his weapon. With my left hand I formed another knife-edge and struck him with a calculated force across his throat. Fight over.He gagged and tried to breathe, sounding horrible. While I felt bad for him, I knew he would be. I feel awful now, though, knowing this,” I admitted, but she put her spectral fingers to my lips now with a smile.“Are you kidding me? Hush for now, please. Let me finish my tale, babe. Porn sex was great, don’t get me wrong, especially at first, but damn! It just wasn’t that good, not like you. By now, I was sure that it was you. You were the variable, the man who got away, and I was doomed to live without you scratching my itch, so I might as well make money from my desperate state. So I kept.