. My strengths and weaknesses... My dreams... The essence of who I am... The innermost part of my spirit is being petted... accepted... cherished... a...d beloved..."Rebecca slowly opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back, wonderfully warm within the cocoon of the sleeping bag and floating over the air mattress. A large bulky sweater was beneath her head and neck, providing a delightful pillow. Robert was lying by her side, looking in joy into her eyes as his hand caressed her breasts.. I reach my hand down and pull your bikini bottoms to the side, trailing my finger over your clit. You position my cock to your slit and let it slide in and then move up and down my cock in time with the waves so as not to arouse any suspicion. I look into your beautiful brown eyes, holding you close to me. You mouth that you're close and increase your pace. You throw your head back and let your orgasm take hold. I feel my load shoot deep inside you.You hop off me and look at me deep in my eyes,. Thoughts churned through her head.Did she want to have sex like this? No. Yes. Maybe. She wanted to keepone sliver of masculinity. Not being penetrated down there was thatlittle sliver. At the same time, she yearned for it, for having his dickfill her up, of being roughly fucked. On the kitchen floor. On thekitchen bench. Over the dinner table. She certainly didn't want to begfor it, though. That made her feel safer, but also a little wistful.'John' wouldn't break his promise. Would he?After. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "How does she taste?" Chris was speechless, and that was rare. He got up and went to the bar to get the three of us one more drink before last call. When he came back with our drinks he whispered in my ear, "I hope you licked her good, is she coming home?" I wasn't sure if she was coming home with us, we had to rush out of the bathroom so fast. The bar was closing down so we said our goodbyes to our friends and started walking to the car, Jaime said she.