He finally gathered himself, and looked around him. Across the street wasThe Arch, a rather unique work of art. ?It looked like two streetlamppoles pl...ced two and half feet apart, on a concrete base. The poles wereabout ten feet high, and had decorative bowls on the top. The end resultlooked like an arch or a doorway, and Sam had always wondered what wouldhappen if you went between the poles at the right moment....."Why not?" he thought to himself. He got off the bench, and walked towardThe. "I thought you would never get done so I decided to come interrupt your swim." She had obviously just finished her own workout and was standing there in her very sheer swimsuit. Her nipples were fully erect. She was about five eight, slim, dark short hair, tanned, fit and with brilliant green eyes, a real beauty. I had noticed her before, but I was never interested in girls my own age. They seemed immature and down right silly. "What about?" I asked. Suddenly she seemed hesitant. "Do you. You cum hard on my dick, your body rocked by spasm after spasm. You really fucking love this you dirty little slut. That only pushes me further. As you collapse onto the coffee table, I set my sights on the last goal of the night, the only hole I haven't fucked yet. I leave my dick buried in you until your body stills and your breath slows down. I know it's time when your pussy stops clenching my pulsing cock. I step away from you and give your ass another smack as I say, "I want your ass." You. Spotting the bingo announcer, she chuckled – he was short, round and balding. ‘Wearing sweat pants and no makeup was a smart move,’ Maryann congratulated herself, not wanting to encourage the man by looking her best. ‘Okay, Mom, I checked ‘him’ out. He may be a nice man, but he’s not exactly a heart-throb. And, Mother, isn’t that a wedding ring on his finger!’ Maryann’s shocked voice raised an octave. ‘Oh, no! That’s not Roger, that’s Mr. Schroeder calling out the numbers and he IS married..