I wasn’t that bad now, just a little broken & disappointed…. I walked a block or so to a park I’d found earlier, when I was still searching for ...ood. There was the broad expanse of a ball field, & up a hill there were tennis courts & a play ground. I walked around in the park for a little while, alternating between fantasies of a romantic evening that never happened, & becoming increasingly angry at myself for thinking for a moment that I should be deserving of such a night. I finally sat on. She straightened up, her hand reaching behind her, finding Ronnie's neck."You're a good dancer. You feel good," Ronnie whispered in her ear, his hands sliding wickedly up her sides to just below her breasts."So do you," she said aloud, not sure he heard her, her eyes closed, focusing on the large rod sliding in between her butt cheeks. All the annoyances and frustrations with John and her sex life slowly washed away. It was only her and Ronnie. Several minutes and several songs passed. Without. ." She frantically turned to Barb and flapped her handfor help."We, uh, need to know, uh, what time lunch is," winced Barb and theludicrous thing she blurted out."What?!" asked an annoyed secretary. "Hey, aren't you girls in Ms. Tarp'sEnglish class?" Uh, yes," answered a confused Trisha."Well then maybe you can take this young woman to see her. This is hercousin, Jane."Then and only then was Trisha able to f***e her eyes from the mammoth,succulent breasts within easy reach of her mouth to look. It was so natural, just to move back afraction, in and back a fraction more, "I don't..." he said, but didn'tfinish as another inch filled him, "I..." he said, another inch, back,another, back, another, "Oh god" he said, "Oh god you're so far in..." Shedrew back and then slid inside him again, sinking the shaft moreforcefully. She hadn't even gone all the way in before but this time shedid. She was moving faster, a rhythm all of her own, building sensationsimpossibly new, connections erupting.