Daryl slipped his arms under my shoulder blades and cradled me in his arms. Helpless with my legs trapped inside Daryl's powerful arms I had to move m... hands from between us. Now my legs were out side my arms and pushed back into the mattress near my head and just above my shoulders. I griped Daryl's sides as hard as I could, trying to make it uncomfortable for him. But in his intoxicated state I don't even think Daryl felt me digging my fingers in to his sides. Daryl had me just where he. . My name is Nick. Most everyone I know calls me St. Nick as I devote a LOT of time to the community and help out with many local charities. I tried to never step out of line. That is until my whole world crumbled in a matter of months. My wife Grace and I had been trying to conceive to no avail. We were having sex like we had back in high school. I used to love waiting for her outside of her private school. The gorgeous teenage girls frolicking by as I wait. Some days it was so much that. Her deep friendship with me and my son gave her stability and her increasing facility with the ways of her new country gave her confidence.Antonio was a recent friend who had emigrated from Brazil. He had relatives near Yasmin’s home town and got the word to her family about what had happened and that she was OK. He was a few years older and seemed to want to get to know her a lot better.Of course she enjoyed the attentions of a countryman, especially since he had a job and good looks. Lately,. ..and we need to put those stuff you got back..." I told him."Oh..yeah...the 'fun bag' " He said."That's how you call it?" I asked him."Pretty much..." He looked at me and sighed. " I kinda miss Mark..." He told me."Yeah me too...it's just not the same..." I said. "But hey..I'm here with you!" I said tickling him."Hahaha! Yeah!" He said laughing before I stopped the tickling him and he looked deeply at me...his eyes were penetrating and deep...I loved him so much...and I felt that he also loved.