.you think I...I'm ugly," she murmured. Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me."No, dear Mother-in-Law, it's just the opposite. I think y...u have an incredible body," I told her.Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body. Equally lovely curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs."We...we shouldn't. She stood up and turned around, and we embraced in a long, passionate, loving kiss, that was now, "us making love to each other", and not just primal, kinky, exhibitionist sex.The rest of the night was short and anti-climatic from there, as not more than maybe a half hour, we, and our friends, left to go to our motel room, where the four of us all had same room sex for another hour, or more, before we all fell asleep.Now, some of you reading this story may have noticed that I referred to my. Recovering quickly from his surprising presence, she sighed, “So fucking good.” The answer widened Michael’s smile.“Would it be okay if my husband joined us?” Celeste panted, stroking Alina’s hair.Alina nodded. “But I don’t want to stop tasting you.” It sounded almost as if she were pouting and it took considerable control for Michael not to cum on the spot.“I don’t blame you,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “She’s delicious. May I?” He emphasized his request by placing a hand. The end result was that I lost her, and the wound went deep enough that, ten years later I still haven't been on a date. I can blame the bolt, or the company that made it, or maybe the mechanic who torqued it down too tightly. But I can't blame coincidence.Even if we wanted to put all the blame there, that's all we'd have time to do, because even though we don't think about it very much, our lives are full of coincidence. It happens all day long and only after it has happened can you decide if.