If Fate took Jennifer away, who would I have?Joyce suddenly became second best, something to settle for. And I realized that, somehow, Joyce knew it. ... would be looking for someone who I had a connection with. I didn’t have one with her. Oh, I could marry her and probably be very happy, but she was right — I’d keep trying to find someone with the connection.With Jennifer, the connection didn’t show up until we made love the first time, despite being friends for a year. With Stephanie, I assumed. I felt like I had electricity going through my body. I reached up and pulled her chin down opening her mouth and slid my cock into her mouth. I couldn’t hold it back….but I did manage to move back after only shooting one shot into her mouth, the rest I managed to catch in my hand. “Jean” coughed and gagged one time but didn’t wake up. I got up, went to the kitchen and washed my hands and got a beer and went out to the porch. I finished the beer and since she was passed out on the couch I headed. Good fucking, no?Finally we got out of the water, me putting my wilted cock back in my pants, her pulling up her bottom. We decided to have our picnic there under the cottonwood. It was a simple lunch, just sandwiches, potato salad, and chips of several kinds. Nothing fancy.We ate our lunch and watched the boating activity. There were still lots of sailboats cruising far out on the lake, but some of the fishing boats had moved closer. You could just make out the people in them but not too. As Sam finished recording, Kayla checked her phone again. Notifications from Snapchat blew up her phone.Stop teasing us, damn it!Oh, my sweet Jesus...Take it off!Damn, the things I would do to you...All these years of hiding that booty? Girl... My goodness!All of these comments came with monetary tips.Kayla Bradford felt good looking at those comments but in the back of her mind lay these thoughts: Was she becoming too slutty? And secondly, The agent and the offer. That offer from the modeling.