"Have you always been this way, since ... the accident?"I don't know."You seemed to know about Gerald," I added, referring to my ex-husband, "did you ...ee us together?"I'm not sure. I have memories of you and him, but ... they don't feel like the ones I've had of our last few days together. They're less ... real."Did you get them from my mind?"Perhaps. I can hear your thoughts, sometimes. Not all of them. I've felt your mind for many months now. It took a lot of time to come to you ... a lot of. I heard he was hung, but I never imagined it was that big. At first I was kind of scared, but my pussy was so wet, and I was so horny, I wanted to see what it would feel like inside of me. He turns off the light and puts my hand on his cock, I start to slowly stroke it. It was very thick with a huge head. It was getting longer and harder as I slowly stroked up and down. It had to be at least 13 inches long, but it was so thick I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. I moved my head. He intrigued me. He could have commented on what he heard yesterday, but didn't. He could have given me the wink-wink but didn't. Very interesting he is.They decided to shower and get ready for the game. I needed to shower as well, but let them each take a bathroom. I'd wait.Steve appeared first. Hair wet, fresh smelling, a big grin and beach shorts. No chance of checking out his tan lines, or lack thereof. Yet."How was tennis?" Your dad whipped my ass as usual," he laughed. "Do you play?". The man entwined with her, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic grace. He was average size but ruggedly handsome. His dark features hinted at a Mediterranean look of olive skin like that of someone from Italy. He had long black hair that fell just above his shoulders and his muscles were toned, not like a body builder but that of an athlete. The tempo of the song slowed to a smooth sensual sound. They pressed their bodies against each other. He moved behind her and she began to grind her.