A man who stimulated her mind and emotions just as much as he played and stimulated her body.How it hurt. I felt like tilting my head back and screami...g with the pain. Or lowering my chin to my chest and sobbing to myself. But instead, I just sat like an ice statue and watched. Frozen as I watched their hands caress and explore, giving hand signals as to much they loved being coupled together and loved each other’s bodies.My eyes were locked on the sight of Francis’ muscular black ass rising. I put my face close to it and sniffed conspicuously. “You smell like piss too. God—how could you ruin such nice panties like that? I can’t believe you peed in your panties.” Her sobbing increased. I grabbed the camera and took a close-up of the stain, then walked around in front of her. I said, “Just look at what you did,” and showed her the picture. She looked at it and then up at me, her eyes tearful. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. I picked up my underwear from the floor. With my free hand I. John knew from experience that the conversation was over when I started pulling my nipples, so he also set aside his wine. I need only say one word to get what I wanted next, "Pants?" He knew exactly what I wanted and slipped out from under my legs long enough to kick off his shoes, loosen his belt and drop his slacks and underwear to to the floor. I had been so anxious to discuss Jeannie's proposition, that I had not even given John time to change clothes after work. God he is such a handsome. .. input? No. Pending your approval.”Béla thought for a moment. “I don’t think any of us will have any trouble remembering Lisa.” She looked up at Alicia. “Let’s just call it ‘The Grotto’, okay?”Alicia nodded. Several of the others nodded, too. “The Grotto,” several murmured, knowing that they would remember Lisa whenever they said those words.Béla closed her eyes and just let the sounds of the kids playing and the splashing of the waterfall flow through her soul. ‘This is healing, ‘ Béla.