Hers became tighter. “You came here to gloat. AD-fucking-MIT IT!” she demanded.I stuttered and shook my head but the others were beginning to e...ho her assertions and moving closer. What did they want with me? Would they summons their boyfriends to beat me up? Hell, those cheerleaders could beat me up. “I’m sick of this shit,” she proclaimed. “You fuckers did this last Spring in track.” She yanked my shirt even harder and my nose was near hers. “SICK OF IT! You can’t come to this. Yearsand years. Last Sunday she burst into tears, told me shewas tired of waiting for me to propose to her and that eventhough it broke her heart she never wanted to see me again.With tears in her eyes, she ran out of my house and droveoff.I stood there dumbfounded. I loved her, but wasn't "inlove" with her. As close as we were, as intimate as wewere, I could never seem to find that final spark. I feltas if I was playing a role. And even worse, I felt as if Iwas miscast. In the wrong role. As. When the rush of adrenaline passes you begin to push your hips up as high as you physically can (which isn’t very much), in hope that the play will begin in earnest. “Yes, that feels good” you offer, hoping that he will not stop again. Gratefully, he continues tenderly tracing his finger around the edges of your orifice. Briefly picking up moisture from the bare inner lips and spreading it around. His fingers explore silently, teasingly close to an erogenous zone and then skirts away. “Mmmm…”. " "I think you can look forward to that tonight," I told him. "I've seen Dot take a couple of huge ones." He looked at me like he'd just won the lottery. We heard the girls using the small shower in the motor home and we anxiously waited to see what was coming next. Or should I say, who was cumming next. We waited till they had time to get comfortable then went into the RV. It was darkened except for a small light in the hallway. They must have felt us come in but didn't let that disturb.