The scars from his wounds were ugly, but they didn't put her off. They were a part of him, like his brooding, dark eyes. Why is it, she asked herself,...that scars on a man are acceptable, but similar scars on a woman aren't?Doesn't matter, she decided.Unaccountably, she wanted to run her fingers over the scars, feel the ridges, trace their jagged lengths. Her lips, too. Taste them. Taste him.She wore leotards with silk shorts, legwarmers, and running shoes. She looked good. She should. She'd. " I don't feel that so much anymore," Jay replied. "I've done a lot of soul searching in the last five or six weeks. I found I like being unattached – having the pick of the pretty girls at the party. I don't know if I was ready to be tied down with one girl." Really?" I asked."If I was to go steady with anyone, it would have been Stephanie," Jay explained. "I think part of the reason I didn't ask her for a commitment was that I wasn't ready for that. In the back of my head last fall I was. Then I could not take it anymore! I slid my shorts off my wet body and Sam plowed between my legs before I could get my top off!He was licking me fiercely and I wrapped my legs around his neck and held tightly to his fur. I felt his tongue fold up inside my cunt and run up over my clit and I was so excited that a shock shot through my body! I did not cum but my muscles seized up and I stiffened my legs and body because I felt I was on the edge of an orgasm like I was caught on the edge of a. Can you walk????You know damn well...? She stopped in mid sentence when she caught the look Kevin gave her and said, ?Yes, but it hurts.???What about you Pat?? he asked as he flicked her damp hair to catch the air from the body dryer.??I’ll manage, Bean, but what about you? Your back and bum look pretty bad and you had eight from her yesterday and the marks hadn’t gone away this morning.???I’ll manage,? he repeated her comment with a smile, ?And if you need any help, put your arm around my.