He would have to look further into this side of her.They drove in silence to the restaurant and parked. He got out and walked around to the passenger ...ide as Chelsea got out to walk alongside him. Together they headed in and he asked the host, “Can we get a booth for two?”“Yes, come this way.” The host led them to a booth in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. The host gave them menus, asking, “Care for anything to drink or an appetizer?”.Bob looked at Chelsea and asked, “What. ”“You were ruining my life,” I say. I feel the panic leave my system, and the fire in my belly builds as I think of Jace, Carl, and Maria.“Those were chess pieces in our little game,” says Reyna. “Nothing personal.”“My best friend and my boyfriend weren’t personal?”“Oh, Sarah, we both know how little you valued Karla. She told me.”“She?”“You can’t leave the game,” says Reyna, ignoring my question. “At first, I wanted to give you space. You needed to regroup. I understand. But this many weeks?. I smile around the big plastic cock. He isn't leaving me. He isn't angry. He's in.——————It's 11:00, three months after the events with Jamal. It's dark inside our tent. Sean is naked below me, although I'm still clothed. He is breathing heavily as I work my hand up and down his slicked cock. We are on an overnight camping trip on the island of St. Lucia. There is no one else here except our guide James who is out by the campfire. I bring my other hand down and start circling Sean's clenched. He pulled back out a fraction, then pushed in even deeper, and again his cock throbbed and squirted. I didn't even realize my ass had pushed back at him to open my hole even more, to enjoy the feeling of the hot come gushing into me. He pumped about six or eight more squirts, each one filling my guts with a little more hot juice, then slowly drew his dripping tool out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty and open.I wondered if that was all, if they would leave me alone after that, but I.