" Still trying to not get very used to this."Naked, I waved as she backed out of the driveway.-By mid August, my last week here, I'd finished the draf... of my book that was ready to send to my editor. I was pleased with the results, 400 pages and lots of hot sex, tender moments, and good romance. The double spaced pages were tucked inside the addressed brown envelope on the desk as I leaned back with my arms stretched over my head.I could not believe how I'd become used to not wearing clothes.. ’ No, not correct, he rewrites. ‘Dear xxxxxxx, Our time together was too sweet for my memories, I feel them, like in those silly romance movies we never watched together, filled with background music. Yes, I can actually remember our times together as if floating in a song…’ He pauses a long moment, knowing that while the music he speaks of could be contained in a song by Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Dave Matthews Band or even Simon and Garfunkel, it would be inappropriate. Love is a song to him. . . Nope..... Let me give you a hint, do youremember the one time the hole gang got together for Sue's bacheloretteparty?.... Yeah, we all got shit faced for sure. Do you remember thenext night when we picked up that leech at Coco's?..... Yeah thatnight. Do you remember what we did with him when we got him back toLinda's?......Hahahahahahaha, yeah that one. Now guess what I havehere?......Way! Right now, right here, sitting on my couch, alreadypackaged and ready for games........Yes. She lowers herself down, going slow to feel every inch as it fills her completely. The turgid shaft presses against the sensitive walls of her pussy, stretching her to make itself fit inside.By the time she has taken all of him, Karen’s breath is thick with lust. Her legs flex, raising herself, his cock dragging against the walls of her pussy, until just the head is still inside. Karen’s eyes burn bright with hunger and something else, they stay locked on Mark’s as she lowers herself back down..