’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well I want to talk about how we ended and what I did to you.’ ‘Okay’ Jack said reluctantly ‘I know what I did ...o you was really fucked up and I know that you really needed me and I was just being selfish and recently I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and how bad I hurt you and I want you to know I still love you and I want to start over.’ she said as tears began to run down her face. Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried to say something. Here I was naked, muddy shirt in hand in a public park and nothing to protect me if someone came up the path. Nothing else to do, but hope for the best and head back towards the car and my dry cloths. It was pretty steep and slippery on the way back to the car, and I slipped in the mud, falling on my ass a couple of times. As I approached the parking area I was pretty muddy, but it was than that I saw the park ranger shinning a light into my car, before I had a chance to duck for cover, the. ..... But, according to me , sex and fuck is an art and you can make it new every time to have a new............ a different.......... feeling and satisfaction. Many know this art and are keeping their sexual activities interesting...................... thrilling............... memorable.............. A person like me enjoys sex every time and plays every game like a fresh game. Otherwise, you know, there is nothing new in the sex. This is the oldest game on the earth played by lovers. But, I. I asked,-imad, how can I ride you like this?--I am still inside you. Try it. You can do it-I tried to move my hip up and down. Yup, I could ride him in that way as well. After a while, I stood up as my buttock was tired of riding him. He said,-let us add some changed to positions each time we ride the original position. Deal?-I agreed. That sounded good. It was the 6th position for this session. He said,-time for doggy style-As I was on my fours, knees and palms, he held my hip and entered me.