" Gina, you know I won't do anything to upset you or Fran. Both of you are too important to me." That's just it. I want you to do something ... anythi...g. I want you to feel something more than just ... protective. I want you to want me." Hey, that sounds like a good title for a song," I kidded, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work."Don't make fun of me," she snapped. "I'm serious. You're ... you're..." I'm what?" I smiled, my arms now going around her."You're what I want. I want you, Ed.. I've only been out four times, I swear. I ... I went with Denise to ... that bar ... a few months ago, but I swear I didn't leave with anyone; I just danced a few times. Denise picked up a ... young guy, but I just drove. I drove her car home ... here ... but I was by myself."Linda had been staring at the photographs as she spoke, and looked up to see how Bill was reacting, but his expression hadn't changed. Her tears had slowed, and she wiped her face with her sleeves before she continued, "I. Saddened she removed it from Mike's member. Her eyes lit up seeing Scott stand over Mike and squat down. Taking things into her own hands, Candy guided the thick shaft to Scotts swollen anus. Candy stroked Mike as Scott lowered himself down. She took pleasure in watching it slid into Scott. Shifting her attention, candy focused on Scott's stiff cock. As Scott moved up and down Candy sucked on the head of Scott's manhood. As she felt her first orgasm of the day sweep over her, she ground her wet. The moonhad risen on the horizon and the warm, blue shadows no longerilluminated the room. Still, they had never bothered to turn on alight, so his eyes had only slight difficulty adjusting to the dimness. He scuffed around the room, gathering his discarded clothing and beganto dress. He also began to collect his thoughts. What to do about Trish Byers . . . he didn't want to see her againand yet, he did. He had never known a woman as wildly abandoned, asinsatiable, as fantastic in bed, despite.