“Maybe we should finish eating first, and talk about it outside.” It was a brisk October night, with a full moon. We decided to walk along the bea...h, which would give us the privacy Sarah apparently wanted. “How many women have you had sex with?” “I don’t know, maybe six or seven, if you count the one in high school in the front seat of my car,” I said, trying to add some humor to the discussion. “Two of them more than once.” “Here’s my concern,” she said. “I think that I’m much more. The next day Tim got up. Looking at the clock, he panicked, he had slept in. With dried cum all over his body, Tim, took off the dirty pair of panties, put a new pair on, and got ready. He stopped to masturbate, not even thinking of it as weird anymore, ate his cum as a late breakfast, and sped off to work.After getting reprimanded for being tardy by his boss, Tim’s day went on as it usually did. He would stand at the counter and watch people come and go. The difference today is that every. She decides that since it is her day off, she will spend the day in her soft, comfortable, cotton pajamas.With that thought, she turned off the water, and stepped out, wrapping herself into a giant terry cloth towel.As she steps into her room to get dressed, the first thing she sees is Stephen. She pulls the towel tighter against her skin, and gazes out at Him. She opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it again. She stands there, amazed, shocked.She had no idea that He was still in the. The food was great. Pity there were no chairs though." Thought it might have been a day like that." Again Greg smiled, taking her hand and leading her gently to the bedroom."Honey, I'm really tired, I don't want..." Sharon's protest dried in her mouth at the door. Greg had been busy. The room was bathed in soft candlelight and a soothing aromatic blend of lavender and chamomile filled the air. A towel covered the bed and a large bottle of oil sat on the bedside table."A massage, no strings.