Oh, god, yes, ogodogod. I hadn't been laid for months and it felt really good. His big muscle was sliding in and out of me, a little deeper each time,...and I moaned "Oh fuck me Bobby, fuck me!" And he just said "Oh, Miss Wanshel." We didn't talk much, we were both panting and breathing hard. I felt him going in deeper and finally he was in up to the hilt. I felt nice and full, just as I had in my dreams. He looked happy. He felt happy. I could feel every inch of his meat up the length of my. Three times was more than enough. I took her refusal as a sign that she didn’t really love me. Or, at least, not as much as I loved her. Now, looking at her face on my screen, I refreshed my thoughts on why she’d rejected me? Over the years, I frequently thought about Gaynor and our parting, until I finally saw sense, recognizing that she had been justified. In hindsight, her refusal was perfectly reasonable. She had been in the middle of nursing training and sitting examinations and I remember. As I was due to travel out to my home state of Washington on Monday morning with other old school friends they gave me thecfish they caught which went in the freezer to be eaten later on at a RV camp enroute. The night we stayed at the motel Burt updated me on what had happened to him. He and Debbie were blessed with a third daughter Charlene in 1975 and finally a son in 1980. They bought a house in Rapid City while he worked driving heavy equipment for a construction company. All seemed okay. Something had obviously changed her mind. When she curled her hands around my waist to hug me close, I kissed her hard, my tongue spiraling deep into her warm, moist mouth.I didn't think to wonder about Bobby. I simply assumed that he must be elsewhere, or Sonia wouldn't be acting like this. It still hadn't dawned on me exactly how kinky my brother and my sister-in-law really were. I had no idea that horny old Bob was hiding in the closet, where he could peep out through the crack in the door.