"What...how...," was all you could say at first, shaking your head in disbelief.I shrugged as I continued to remove my heavy parka. "You needed your d...iveway shoveled, didn't you?" How...what...," you rephrased. Your hand was still at your mouth.I chuckled at you. "Do you really want an explanation? Because I'm not sure even I know what I'm doing here!"You simply leaned against the door as you watched me slip my arms free of my coat, and toss it onto an antique wooden chair next to where you. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But if you can't be here with me, at least I have the memories of you to help get me through the day. Those memories are so much more than what the word implies. I know memories can hurt you, I know the sweetness of them can still make you cry. But what I feel for you, yes still to this day, is so vivid and real.I still can feel your lips, pressing close to me. I. He peeled his top layers off simultaneously and then slipped off her silken see through top and unleashed her new mammories. He tried to fondle them, as he knew she loved that, but she gently stopped him with her hand. “Not yet love, we need you to get hard again. Don’t bother with the rest of the clothes,” she panted between licks of his cock and balls.Brent laughed. He knew that one of her big fantasies was to be fucked while being dressed or partially dressed. She believed that gurl clothes. My arms stretched out above my head and my legs spread wide as they were tied to the four bed posts.Ding-dong!"There is our guest of honor." Liz said as she threw the blindfold on me. Just leaving me with my hard dick in the pitch black of the blindfold.I heard the door open and then heard kissing and undressing but never a word or a moan. The noises slowly started to make their way towards the end of the bed and then both bodies slowly got on the bed. One laid on the left of my dick, one of.