They walked silently for a while and then sat on a bench overlooking the spacious gardens. The trees were swaying with the gentle breeze and there was...a strong smell of sweet flowers in the air. Angela sat close to Mac, their thighs touching."I love it out here. It's so peaceful. Everything seems so clear," she said as she leaned into Mac."Jason told you that he has cancer didn't he?" Yes. I had no idea. How long have you known?" A couple of months." Angela... he... he also told me that you. I open the door and you hesitate slightly before coming in, your knees slightly giving beneath you. I close the door and watch as you stroll over and sit on the bed elegantly crossing your legs. I walk over to you undoing my tie, and pull it behind your neck pulling you to me as I begin to kiss your neck and lips. My hands slide down the fabric and down your sides working my way over your breasts, your nipples firm and your heartbeat quick.I feel your hands grab my hips and begin to undo my. .)However, mid-way through our tape, the phone rang. Obviously, I let the machine take the call -- hey, *I'm* no dummy -- but once I heard the caller's voice, I quickly (and apologetically) shooed Sara off my cock and ran for the phone, just barely managing to grab the receiver before she hung up.On the other end of the line was Beth, yet another stripper who danced with my wife. The quintessential beautiful disaster, Beth was a gorgeous natural blonde cheerleader type, with a body that. Janet was 23 years old, a college junior and not a very popular woman. Oh, it wasn't like people didn't like her it was more like they didn't even notice her. She wasn't ugly but neither was she pretty.Janet glanced down at her body; she was wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and her panties. She saw herself as slender but not too thin. Her breasts were OK, but she would have preferred them to be a little larger. Janet's hips were wide, and she thought that in twenty years she would have hips.