Good friends. This was both wrong and right at the same time.In the middle of his ruminations, she emerged from behind the door with a naughty look on...her face. He shook his head.You were in there for a long time. I was thinking about something, she replied. What about, he asked. You. What you think about me. Us.He opened his mouth but no sound came out. She noticed him slack-jawed but she did not pursue the topic. His mind was in turmoil. She moved to the shelves and peered at the titles of. “But don’t button it, of course,” he said.I looked at him and saw his eyes roll as he muttered something that sounded like the word “stupid,” except that didn’t make any sense.“It will protect you from sunburn,” he growled. “We need to get the rake hooked up to the Deere.”He stalked off and I looked down at my tank top again. I never described myself, except to say I have big boobs, but the rest of it matters, at this point. I’m not tall, standing at just under five-seven. My hair is dark. Playing into the act of the rough sex lover I quickly sat up and flipped her onto her stomach, her pumps glistened in the little bit of light that filtered through the window. “Yeah fucking take that pussy.” I put my hand on the back of her neck and forced her face into the pillow as I jammed my cock deep inside her from behind; her cries of pleasure were muffled. I stared out slow at first but got quicker with each stroke; my balls swung wildly and slapped her clit as I fucked her pussy. She. "Dianna," I said as I took her in my arms, "You're not in competition with her or anyone else. Listen, I've been free as the wind for a long time now. I haven't had a real serious relationship that lasted over a year since my high school sweetheart and that lasted through a lot of college. You are the first woman who makes me think I want to get involved again, but I just don't know what to think. Your phone calls last week made me feel like you were checking up on me. I cannot accept that if.