You know I love you… Only you. You’re the only man I've ever lived with and tried to settle down for. I’m sorry it didn’t work for us. But I s...ill long for you baby and that hairy body,” he murmured softly with a loving look on his handsome face. It would be so easy to let myself believe him and give my heart to him all over again. Just smelling him and being this close to him already had my cock on the rise. But it had taken me six long months to get over him. Hell, who was I kidding? I. We haven't much time." Grabbing Fran's arm Renee tugged her down the sidewalk. She had to hurry. Fran was getting impatient and Renee had roomed with the older woman long enough to know that she was going to be pushing to go and nothing would stop her.When she'd made the statement about not going alone, something had popped into her head. What she wanted was a solid American male. The sort that showed up at barn dances and then scraped his feet because he was too shy to dance. It would also. What I remember most vividly was how on class field trips the two of us would always be lagging behind the group annoying our teacher and just making each other laugh.All through elementary school and most of high school we had off and on crushes with each other that seldom seemed to align at the same time. It wasn't all sunshine though, because there were also stretches of time that neither of us could stand the other. No matter how I felt about Sheri though, what always stuck with me about. My best friend Jessica asked me to go to a bachlorette party with her. The party was in a town 20 miles away, and Jessica didn’t want to worry about driving home alone, especially if she had a few drinks. I gladly agreed to be the designated driver. Besides, John Robert was attending night classes so it wasn’t as if I was leaving my honey bunch alone. We had dinner with nine other girls and then jumped from club to club, dancing the night away. At one dimly lit night club we owned the dance.