A memory of what I once had, before I lost it… Before I recognized the value of what I had lost, even. Moreso than sharing it, I think I just want t... remind myself so I don’t forget. Looking back, it’s funny how we thought our problems then were stressful… And I suppose they were, in their own way. But I digress, here is my memory: It was a beautiful summer day. The weather was temperate and the sun was bright but not glaring. A slight breeze made the ends of Resa’s hair dance as we walked. She pulls back from George and pulls his dripping cock to her lips spreading the tip pushing her tongue in. As George gets impatient he rams his 6" cock into her mouth. His cock was so thick she could only get 2" in. The forceful attack of his cock releases another orgasm deep in her belly while she orgasms again from John's tongue.She pulls away from both rising to her knees. She looks over her shoulder while rubbing her swollen pussy and fingering her ass. In a deep voice she tells them she. "We pass through a set of heavy red velvet curtains and down some few steps into a cozy night club. The décor is almost entirely black, red and gold, with brass railings around the short bar on the left hand side. Small hooded candles adorn each of the four or five tables in the middle of the room, as well as the three booths off to the right. They seem to be lit, but they are not adding much illumination to the setting.There are only a couple of men at the bar, a man and a woman at one table,. Why wasn't she concerned about him he wondered?"So Nick, what's new?" she innocently asked.Chest heaving, breasts trembling Nick sobbed, "What's going on?" Thenhe noticed that Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed with a new andimproved rack (about an E cup).Nick just dropped straight to the floor and sat there. His newlyexpanded ass cushioned his fall nicely but ow, the bouncing breastssure hurt."Nick, shut up and listen. For someone who loves to surf the net, youdon't really know a lot.