"A few minutes later, they were all seated at the table. As they joined hands for a short prayer of thanks, Carla cleared her throat. "This should hav... been you and Brenda. We know that. We wish that could have been — more than you could ever realize."Fred blinked away the mist in his eyes and started to reply when: "Tell them that I said thank you. Tell them."Fred hesitated; all of them still holding hands. "Uh..." Brenda said something, didn't she?" Carla asked."We could see the look pass. Ricky headed to take the magazine back and Steve and I continued on. He said if I were interested in a little more fun to come over tomorrow afternoon and we would take a walk up into the woods. Of course I knew then that we were going to get our dicks out again and I liked the idea of that. I said I would see him tomorrow and we were not going to bring Ricky with us. I was at Steve’s house at two and we left for the woods and our new adventure. My dick was already getting hard because I. With each thrust he would slap my ass and say 'Now I don't wanna see you hugging no mother fuckas like that no more!' All I could say was 'Yes Frank! I wont do it anymore! Mmm im sorry for being bad!' After the wildly aggressive fuck, we laid in my bed sweaty and out of breath, I got up to get us some cold bottled water and he said 'Babe, you know why I got so mad at 'your friend'? 'Well he said that he was talking really wild about me, so I thought that pissed you off...' 'Yeah but that's not. I'd had my fill of packing things and choosing in the bedroom. There I'd had over five years accumulation of clothing I really didn't wear much. That extra stuff went into a huge plastic bag to be dropped off at Goodwill.Pots, pans and all the rest of the contents of the kitchen I really didn't need. There was a nice dinnerware and matching silverware set that June and I had bought together there. Plus a few nice serving pieces.I didn't mention to Lindie the origin of the dinnerware set. She.