I listen to your ragged breath, hear it catch. So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already ...aptured, as they trickle down between your legs. I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me begin to massage them into the wrinkled skin rimming your cute, tightly puckered little ass. I let you feel the pressure of my fingers as I continue to lubricate you, let it build, let you yield, until one, then two insistent fingers push their. He could only look at her–and how it hurt to do so. His eyes filled, and she came closer and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry, Charlie,’ she whispered. ‘I know it’s hard for you.’ And she held him while he cried. No more than that was said. It only happened once. —- A day came when they stopped speaking. He had put her off a bit with something he had said in a recent visit, speaking of his feelings for her–and she had told him, gently but firmly, that he just couldn’t talk to her about that any. And he was excited by his job. How he got to help people and go after bad people and deal with them in the way Law Enforcement does. Karen listened intently fascinated by their new friend. And with the surf as their background they soon found themselves at their resort. Karen didn't want this opportunity to pass them by and asked him to come to their room for another drink. Carlos grinned nodding yes while looking at the compliant husband who seemed perfectly agreeable to inviting him to their. We pulled into the main approach to the place where the Gras was being held less than five minutes later, not even wanting to look at each other. Part of the wide road was already a parking lot of sorts, with a lot of emergency vehicles and police cruisers. One of the cops gestured us to stop. We obliged, a little apprehensive when a partner joined him, but the first cop smiled warmly, putting me at ease."If you're gonna be back and out soon," he offered, pointing to a spot between a cruiser.