"Because I'm sore from the game." Sore? We were playing two-hand touch!" Yeah, well someone should teach you how that rule works, Mr. two-hand shove! ...ou kept slamming your palms into my back!"I didn't move."Please?" She asked, moving on top of me and staring me down with those deep brown eyes." No. I'm tired." Please?" She tried again, this time leaning in, brushing my lips softly with hers. "Your girlfriend's back is so--" before she could finish, my arms were around her back, pulling her. Don gave me one of his looks. I clamped down on my tongue again and tried to behave. Im sorry, honey. Im really happy for you, thats all. We got home and Evan headed off to his room and closed the door. Don puttered around out in the yard and I took care of a few things around the house. I ejected our sex tape from the VCR and was going to put it back in its hiding place, but then decided to leave it out in case Evan wanted to look at it some more. I now hated the idea of him masturbating. Finally I dropped on top of her, exhausted but still tingling from my ankles to my neck with the pleasures of the last few moments.I rolled us over, our arms wrapped about each other. I was still inside her and her lips were nibbling the skin on my chest. As she worked upward, kissing my neck and lower jaw, I stoked her back. I moved down to kiss her and the movement pulled my deflated cock from her love grotto. Finally, we were eye to eye, tenderly nibbling each others lips, exhausted and yet. To make ends meet Jim worked as a sign writer for a large company. Everyone knew that Jim was her lover but even in the supposed free-wheeling and open 70's, it still wasn't OK to be living in sin. Especially not in lovely middle class Kogarah Bay, a suburb of Sydney. I first met Pam when I cruised around to pick Smithy up before going to a friends exhibition. On entering the house the smell of incense filled my nostrils and even now, thirty years later, whenever I smell incense the.