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Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
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Don gazed at Colleen's alabaster skin and gorgeous red hair as they sipped their drinks. Colleen's hair was a brilliant coppery red. It came down to a couple of inches below her nicely shaped breasts that were shown off to advantage by her U neck top. The top was a brilliant kelly green and showed her hair off well. She was obviously wearing a half bra designed to push her breasts up and make them appear fuller than they actually were and Don guessed her breasts were about a B-cup. Colleen was aware of Don's observations but was careful to not let him notice her observing his speculations.

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Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous trace
of her delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in
her underwear as he cautiously searched. As they forced their
way under her she involuntarily raised herself up. But he only
paused as his hands continued on their was down the back of
Sandy’s thighs. Then they returned along her side. Twice they
followed the same sensuous route. Then as one returned by the
same road the other crept lower to the hem of her knee-length
dress. As his hand lighted on her flawless knee, Sandy again
broke away from the kiss.

“No, Jim. You can’t do that.” “Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot
do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this
car to do anything, but explore, so don’t worry.” “I…I don’t
think we should.” “All right, just a few brief moments. It
won’t hurt.”

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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain
would doom the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning
for them to decide that it was still OK. The drive was
uneventful, lots of small, weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim
parked in the deserted lot at the park as the rain streamed down
the windshield. They unpacked their meager lunches and ate. The
silence wasn’t exactly deafening, but there was much of it. Then
they were finished.

After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at
each other. “Would that it was the way it was,” noted Sandy with
down-cast eyes.

Southern Peach

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where
the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to
swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung
to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100
per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being
boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned
hamburger joint that was called, “Art’s Burgers”–the sign was
vandalized and now said, “Art’s Bugers.”
I had been invited by my friend Chris to visit his folks and
see the South, which he promised would be “a whole boot’n fun.” So
far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I
thought moved, and supreme boredom. (more…)