Please.” She smiled softly.I nodded and folded the pillows up under my head, so I was more comfortable. Again I told her what we had talked about. I...would pause from time to time, to sort my thoughts, and keep everything in order. Sharon absentmindedly played with my cock, and listened intently, nodding her head from time to time. Finally, I came to where we parted and went to our cars. “That’s about it.””When I was about ten or eleven Mom and Dad began going out a couple times a month. They’d. But something was different. Gretchen wasn't sure what it was at first, but it unnerved her, making her falter in her speech. It was their faces. Their smiles were too big. Their eyes were too cheery. Unlike the feminine pride, determined optimism and near religious fervor her speeches usually elicited, her audience now seemed to be enjoying her speech casually. Like she was entertainment. Like she was some goddess-damned Reese Witherspoon movie!She finished her speech and glared at some of the. You smile a smile that seems to light up the room before giving me a big hug, I hug you back, and we hold each other tightly, drawing each other close, making it real. Finally I step back, letting you go, reluctantly. I can smell you as you stand pressed against me — clean, familiar, and distinctive."Is there something I can keep this in," you ask as you bring the rose to your nose and inhale deeply of its scent.I smile and reach inside the fridge again, pulling out a chilled vase full of water. I don’t know how long I cried but I got it out of my system. What a pussy. I needed to get myself together and go home. I needed to hold my lovers and maybe even my lovers’ lovers. The weather forecast was fair and warmer tomorrow. I needed to paint a fucking wall.Bed was crowded. There were six girls in there and they were all pretty involved with each other. It was funny in a way. We were all there and naked, but I’d never had sex with three of the girls and didn’t really think I was going.