.”“What? ... Tell me what you were about to say, Wade.”“Nothing. I almost hugged you, then I caught myself.”“Because you felt sorry for me...” she asked and her eyes were full of tears.“No, because I care about you and I want to help you erase all of those bad memories, somehow.”“Wade? Will you hug me now - and let me hug you?“I held out my arms and she rushed me. She was sobbing as she clung to me. I didn’t know what to do, so with my arms around her, I patted her shoulder and held her until she. If you do want to get in touch you can leave a comment if it is interesting enough we might reply. I had Anna start the story, and below is the second part by me, Anna has made a few edits here and there but it's mostly the same, hope you enjoy reading.Anna loves playing with my bum, she never fails to give it a squeeze every now and then I really don't mind as long as it's her loving hands. Anna is quite the vixen and loves being on top, so as usual she crawled on top of my naked body to enjoy. “Hey,” she waved at me, but stayed with her teammates.I reminded myself to be casual as I walked over and said hi to a few of the girls I knew. Christy was standing next to Donna as they waited for their bags.“Hi Luke,” She said with a smile. Christy was a tall skinny blond - cute, but a little too lean for my tastes.“Hola Christy. Que pasa?” I said falling into the first year Spanish we had struggled through together.“Bien, but I’m bushed,” she said.“Yeah. That long a drive with this many. ’ ‘And where do you find an American Indian woman or in your vernacular a squaw who’d be willing to allow me to fuck her anally?’ ‘What ain’t you go no culture, Freddie? I thought you was college educated.’ ‘I am, but forgive my ignorance and enlighten me, my fat Sicilian friend.’ ‘Everyone knows that the casino is run by Indians. Right? We drive down to the Mohegun Sun in Connecticut, get us a room, pickup a couple of those Indian cocktail waitresses, bring them up to the room, and ba da bing.