It was nice. And, amazingly, it was my sister."See, that's just a nice ordinary kiss."I thought it was much nicer than ordinary but then she added, "N...w, a little more, this time," and she came back and kissed me again, harder, longer and moved her head around as she did it."How was that?"I told her it was nice and she asked me to do it to her this time so I leaned over put my arms around her and kissed her the way she had just done. It was really nice and ... well, I had a boner. My own. She even waved the money to get one of the girls to come over. It was when the next girl came up on the stage that our night got interesting.She strutted directly over to us, not paying attention to the rest of the crowd. Moving my wife’s drink out of the way, she started down when my wife started waving her arms indicating no. I loved the sound of the crowd cheering them on, although it turned to sounds of disappointment when she started waving her arms. The dancer started begging and the. On the other hand, it became increasingly harder for Benedict not to ejaculate as he rubbed himself against the bed in his erotica, getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.Benedict hardly realized that the more time he spent offering his oral tributes to his Goddess, the less frequent were his sexual penetrations in her. Well pleased by his oral tributes, Molly would just roll over and go to sleep. Every time, every night, Benedict just lusted to continue his soft caresses on Molly’s. I'll be fullyconscious for the main event." Good. Any regrets about Joanne?"I turned my head from the celestial lights to regard her. "You reallywant to talk about her? You know she never was my girlfriend. She mighthave been in another time and place, but not now." That can be the worst kind. You go through life not knowing what couldhave happened." One can live for just so long in the past. Even if she weren't in lovewith Bethany, she and I are going in different directions. It could nothave.