She had even followed him from their previous home in the city to this backwoods location. She went through all the motions for Bill – joining the c...oir, going to Bible study and prayer groups – yet secretly, instead of unshakable faith everyone in the congregation shared, Melissa sometimes doubted. A tiny notion she successfully suppressed kept trying to resurface from her deepest, darkest thoughts that perhaps all these people kidded themselves and God was no more real than Santa Claus.Scott. "Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will think you've died and gone to heaven. How about us girls switch bedrooms for the night? Mike? Is that alright with you?"I wanted to yell "No! Of course it's not alright!" but I didn't. Something in Susan's eyes, the way they were almost pleading with me, stopped me from saying what I wanted to say. Instead, I nodded a small nod, "Hey! It's Southern California, right?" That's right, Mike," said Linda, "I don't have to ask Jason if he. I immediately felt very shy and hidfrom his sight. However, just the thought of thoseadventurous days had made me a little excited.That night my husband of 30 years and I made love. Ihad a crashing orgasm, helped along by my fantasy ofseeing Randy again. I assumed that it would remain onlya fantasy. My husband Jim and I had what I would call asatisfying sex life. He was quite a considerate lover,always assuring that I had an orgasm by eating me orplaying with my clit. I enjoyed sex with him,. We sat at the table drinking and telling tall stories about the good old days. We came up with the ideal of reliving one of our living room camp outs we had when we in elementary school. Larry provided the blankets, comforts, sheets, and pillows. We made our little tents and found a cheesy scary movie on the tube. Soon we grew tired and switched to wrestling, laughing and drunker than cootie brown we rolled around on the floor till we were tuckered out and soon we were snoring in peaceful.