" He felt half insane, demented, torn between mind-breaking joy and hellish agony. She was here, he was fucking her, but she loved someone else.He som...how remembered what to do and say."What do you have on, Carol?" he asked breathlessly as he pumped his dick in her gushing, twitching pussy. "Nothing," she gasped. "Nothing at all... I'm naked... All I have on is your dick... I'm naked for you to fuck..."Another half an hour passed, the strangest and best and most painful of his life. It seemed. It had been his favorite nightie, even over ones that he had acquired both before and after it. He took that item from Pam's stock of clothing, which she had left behind when she went off to university, to study psychology of all things. She was now practicing in the big city. Too bad they were forbidden to accept family members as patients. Perhaps she could have helped him make sense of his desires to wear women's clothing. No matter now, Peter sighed to himself, still lost in thought. Claude couldn’t believe it.And amazingly this one white judge gave every other poet tens when their poems didn’t even come close to his. The rest of the poetry in the first round couldn’t touch his, and yet all the poets finished the round with higher scores due to this one annoying judge.He wondered if something he said had ticked the judge off. Sure, his poem teetered on the thin line of controversy, but he couldn’t find anything in his poem that merited a three. He had never seen or even. A guy in a pickup drove by and then returned a few minutes later. He got out of his truck and walked over to talk to me. It didn't take him long to ask if I wanted a blow job. When I turned him down by saying I was more into giving he said that was good too. But he wanted to try his luck for giving first and would be back later.Another guy in a pickup drove up and parked. I thought he'd go in the pool but he just sat in his truck. So to encourage him I got naked and went in the water. It was.