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Grab her guts

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:32:56 +0000

Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

Licking Areola

Administrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 18:06:53 +0000

An reflex cry left Sandy’s lips, but her hands did not release
her grip on Jim’s arms. As his tongue slowly felt its way around
the ruby areola, Sandy’s breathing became short and labored. The
tongue paused on its third circuit and gentle touched the nipple.
A rush of air into Sandy’s lungs lifted the nipple into Jim’s
mouth. It closed over the nipple and gentle sucked as his tongue
massaged. A few moments there that bringing the blood rushing to
the very tip of the sensitive tip of the nipple was followed by
and equal excursion on the other nipple.

Gradually, Sandy’s grip on Jim’s arms faded. Her arms fell to
her side as she passionately absorbed this energy.

A sudden spasm in Sandy’s back caused the both to start. “I
can’t stay in this position, Jim,” she said. He raised himself
off of her allowing her to sit back in the seat. Her further
words, “Maybe, we had better…,” were muffled by his mouth again
as he planted another long deep kiss on her full cherry lips.
Her arms then went around Jim’s shoulders. He held her slim
waist.

Dildo Masturbation Story

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:22:08 +0000

I was sitting in the corner naked and she was now naked laying on
the bed with her legs spread giving a perfect view of her natural
blond cunt and you could see the juices flowing.
She took the dildo and rubbed it all over her cunt and then proceeded
to put just the tip inside her. She told me she was thinking about
having my cock inside her. As I watched her play with the toy
it made my cock harder and I started rubbing it thinking about being
inside that hot pussy.
The girl then put at least half of the toy inside of her.
She said,”I am going to cum”. I told her to wait for me.
Moments passed…….
By now she had all thirteen inches inside of her and you could see
the juices all over the toy she really had it lubed up.

Southern Peach

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:07:39 +0000

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.
I asked myself, “Why am I here?”
I answered, “Waiting for Chris.”
“Okay, but why did decided to come to Georgia in the first
place?”
“Because Chris asked.”
“Okay, but why is Chris late?”
“I don’t know, maybe he got hit by a Confederate soldier and
got mowed down. Just shut up and enjoy your burger.”
So I shut up and tried my best to enjoy the greasy burger.
When I say greasy, I mean, oil was dripping out of the burger.
Better yet, the grease looked like 10W/40 after 3000 miles.
Finally disgusted with the foul taste, I spate out the single bite
I took out of the most disgusting food that I had ever attempted to
eat. Instead, I quaffed down the flat Coke. Here I was in a
little itty-bitty town called Sunrise(or something like that) in
the middle of nowhere, past trying to finish Art’s Buger, and horny
as hell. The latter was noted with distinction. I think it was
the heat.
I looked out. Chris was not there yet. For that matter,
there was nobody outside…just a two dogs biting each others’
heads off and making a racket. So I examined the insides of the
modest resort called “Art’s Bugers.” It was red. I mean, CHERRY
RED; it was decked out in the fifties motif, with the jukebox and
the checkered floor. If it got any more sickening cliche, I was
probably living in a cartoon. And judging by the good taste of the
populace, I was the only customer at 1:13PM. Precisely.
There was Art, a frail looking chef with grey stubble and a
unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was
the was sweet looking Mrs. Art Bugers, who had so kindly served me
earlier the black plague, and there was J’Belle, their daughter.
And she was looking mighty fine to me at that moment, hungry as I
was.
She was at most eighteen and her short body was a bountiful
harvest. As a southern adage usually interjected at any
conversation regarding the weaker sex, made up instantly by such a
southern gentleman with that funny drawl, “I’d reckon she’s shapely
lahhhhhk a gip cow on moonshine.” Whatever it meant, I wanted to
say that she was contoured like the Alps from head to toe; her
sunny hair was tied behind in a tail; she wore a sunny smile that
said everything in the world and her blue eyes, or as the accent
goes, “aaahhhs,” were adorable. I wanted to eat her for breakfast,
lunch, dinner, and then some. Finally, I made up my mind.
I beckoned J’Belle over and asked for some more Coke. As she
was reaching for my glass, I pulled her close and said. “Dear, I’m
absolutely in love with you, you gorgeous little thing. How about
a kiss?” I then patted her rump with a teasing pinch. She blushed
bright red, frozen for the moment, standing there not sure of what
to say or do. I was sure every sane guy passing this young minx
passed off a pass like the one I made to this absolutely yummy dim
sum, but I was sure never by a woman. I sat there smiling my most
sincere smile, licking my lips in anticipation.
Now, I’m no dyke. But I do enjoy the company of little girls
and genteel women. As well, I’ve always wanted to say something
like that in front of a total stranger. And like I said, I was
hornier than a toad in spring. (Whatever that means.) The heat
does that to you.
J’Belle closed her eyes and turned her back with my cup and
headed for the counter. She told her mother my order and headed
for the Women’s Bathroom(or the Water Closet as they say in
England). I smiled. All the better! I followed her into the
Women’s.
As I entered the dirty little back-room, complete with the
smell of Lysol and crust on the ceiling, J’Belle was leaning on the
single white sink in the room. She jumped when she saw me enter.
Her eyes widened. But she remained silent. I walked slowly up to
her so as not to scare her off and put my hands around her
enviously slim waist. Drawing her close, I smelled the fries she
was making, but that scarcely discouraged my game. I had to pull
her up slightly, but I did manage to seal our lips with a soft,
tender kiss. Her first resistance melted away and was replaced a
curious anticipation. I was lost in J’Bell’s pair of lush, full
lips. They were so juicy and tasty. I could have kissed her for
hours! I wanted to eat her whole, starting with those strawberry
lips. But I had other plans in mind.
J’Belle was lost in her own dream world as I said to her,
“J’Belle dear, why don’t you take a seat in this nice stall over
here.”
She nodded dumbly and sat. I closed the stall door. Though
it was a tight fit, I could still manoeuvre around. “Now, J’Belle.
I want you to close your eyes and relax. That’s right, dear.”
My hands flew over her body and ruffled through her frilly
uniform, feeling her soft curves. She was no Plainsman, rather,
more a Rockies person. Her cute floral underwear was what I was
after. I stripped it off carefully and was rewarded with a muffled
gasp that she quickly silence with a swallow. In a couple minutes,
I had her hiccupping with pleasure.
I would like to believe that we both left the bathroom wiser
and more content. Actually, more like she became a bit more wiser
and I, a bit more content. But it amounted to the same thing, did
it not?
I went back to my table and lit a cigarette, and puffed away
like a whore after trick. Wait. That is the other way around, but
you get the idea. J’Belle came by and placed the Coke gently in
front of me. She had a Cheshire grin and her bright eyes twinkled
merrily. J’Belle even gave me a shy wink before she went back to
frying her french fries. I snuffed out my cigarette and enjoyed
the euphoria of the significance of life, of meeting new people and
sharing with them what little I possessed. It is a really good
feeling to know that you may have done some good for another
person, and frankly, I had a blast.
I looked back outside as a light blue Chevy truck pulled up.
Chris the Priss was here. He came in with a courteous nod to the
owners of Art’s Bugers and hurried over to me with an apologetic
face. “Sorry, Cel. But I ran into an old friend getting here. I
mean, ran into him. He wasn’t too happy but he’ll live.” he said
smiling weakly.
“No problem, Chris. C’mon. Let’s go see your big plantation
house!” I replied excitedly.
Going out the door, I heard J’Belle call out, “Now y’all come
back soon, Miss.”
I turned and waved to her in the affirmative and returned her
a coy wink.
Art’s Bugers may taste like shit, but Art’s daughter was the
sweetest southern peach I’ve ever tasted. I turned to Chris and
said, “I don’t know about their burgers.”
He chuckled as we got into his truck.
“…but I would definitely come back for a wedge of their
scrumptious Georgian Peach Pie.”

Threesome Sex Story

Administrator — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:36:42 +0000

Please, won’t you come and join me in a journey through
human sexuality. We will explore together, the emotional as
well as the physical sides of pleasure. We will encounter
people, sometimes fictitious, who have discovered that a
total loss of inhibitions can expand ones consciousness.
The women, men and all the others we will meet will inspire
us to ponder our own sensuality. My stories are sometimes
true, directly from my own personal experiences. Some of
them are half-truths, and some are fantasies. I will leave
it up to you to decide which are which.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy our travels together. I
truly believe that you will. And I hope that, out of all
of my tales of pleasure, you will stumble on something that
will benefit you in your search for sexual freedom within
yourself.
HEATHER

COPYRIGHT (C) 1990 – By Heather Dawson – All rights
reserved except as provided for herewith: This document MAY
BE freely reproduced, or transmitted by any form or any
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other means deemed suitable, providing it is not modified.

*INTIMATE AFFAIRS*

CHAPTER 1 – GARY, MIKE, AND ME

I awoke late Friday morning around 11:30am to find the sunlight gently
radiating into my bedroom. The glow that illuminated the room inspired
me to have my morning coffee while sitting at my window seat on the
second floor. As I reclined against the pillows, I felt the rays of
sun bathe my naked body in a glorious warmth. I saw the pool man
arrive and I watched him unload the necessaries to service the pool.
His appearance left me breathless, he was exceptionally handsome and
masculine. Gary, my husband, had been out of town for a week and I was
very restless and starved for sex. Seeing the pool man made me crave
the endless hours of lovemaking that I was sure Gary and I would share
upon his return home.

I knew only that the pool mans name was Mike. His skin was bronzed by
the sun, his hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the blackest of black that I had ever seen. He was built well,
his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight
tan shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front
that made me stir as I watched him lift and carry his supplies to the
side of the house.

He usually made it to our house on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was never
at home when he was here, so I’d never had an introduction.. Gary had
asked him to come on Friday this week because we were hosting a
business function in our home the next day, and would be entertaining
poolside.

I wanted to get a closer look at him, he was very arousing to me. I
decided the best way to get closer was to go on down to the pool and
take in some sun. I went to my armoire to retrieve my bikini. As I
was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what he would be
thinking when he saw me in the tiny suit. After I was suited up, I
went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum
benefit…visibility! My image was highlighted by the subtle shadows
of my nipples and my pubic hair that the white bikini would allow to
show through.

My breasts are c-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the
bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my
cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I wondered outloud,
“why have I always been so intrigued with my cleavage,” as I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They composed
perfection against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically
placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my
vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My blonde pubic hair that was
exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to
seep from deep within me.

I wasn’t really interested in having sex with Mike, I just wanted to
watch him look at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those
tight little shorts as he took in my desirability. I liked it when I
could dress seductively inducing men to admire my physique. I enjoyed
wondering what they were thinking while they looked at me, fantasizing
about what they would do to me if they had the chance.

I descended the staircase and walked towards the sliding glass doors
that lead to the pool. The marbled floor was frigidly cold and it
brought my nipples to full attention. As I felt them become firm, I
said aloud, “More for Mike to enjoy!” With that, I slid the door open
and stepped out into the open. The noise of the door opening prompted
Mike to look around for the source. His eyes caught mine as I
gracefully continued my walk around the pool to the lounges.

“Hello Mike, I don’t believe that we have had the pleasure of a formal
introduction, I’m Heather, Gary’s wife.” I extended my hand as he was
visibly shaken by my appearance. “Hello, I’m glad to meet you, Gary
has spoken of you before but I never imagined that you would be quite
so beautiful.” Mike was looking deep into my eyes, and I felt the
energy begin to build between us. His grip on my hand was strong as I
asked if it would bother him if I sunned myself while he worked. “I
hope that it’s not an inconvenience for me to be down here while you
are cleaning the pool, I don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just lie
quietly so as to not to disturb you.” “It’s no problem at all Heather,
I’m sure that I would enjoy your company.” His hand left mine as I
turned to go to the nearest lounge. I felt his eyes watching me walk,
so I put a subtle emphasis on the sway of my hips.

I made my way to the lounge that was the closest to him. I wanted to
have a good view of Mike, while allowing him to easily see me laying
out. I sat on the lounge with my feet still on the ground, I felt the
excitement begin to rush through my body. I decided to go all the way
with this whole thing, so I put my hands behind my back to pull loose
the strings of my bikini. I looked up at him as my top slid down to my
belly exposing my bare breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive
with pleasure. I let my lips form a soft smile as I returned his
steady gaze. He quickly went back to his work.

I laid down on the lounger slipping my bikini bottoms off as I did. My
soft blonde pubic hair shimmered in the sunlight, as I felt the warmth
of the rays caress my entire body. Mike was still busily focusing his
attention on the work before him, I knew that he wanted to look at me,
and I gave him every available opportunity to do exactly that. “Mike,
I hate to ask you such a overtly stupid question, but will you please
hand me that bottle of oil beside the diving board?” He turned towards
me, and I watched him glorify in the vision of my bare pussy and
breasts. “Sure, I think that I can handle that!” Our gaze on each
other was firm as he turned towards the diving board. I watched his
ass as it swayed slightly with each pace he took and I felt myself
become very aroused. My nipples became rigidly hard as he approached
me with the bottle of oil in hand. “Oh thanks, I don’t usually make a
nuisance of myself, but I didn’t figure that you would mind.” Mike
just looked at me with a very sexy grin that encouraged me to start up
a more “interesting” conversation.

I took the oil from his hand and popped the top, “I hope that you don’t
mind me laying out in the nude while you work?” I poised the bottle
directly above my left breast and let it drip down to coat my already
hard nipple, he watched as the oil oozed across the topside of my
breasts. “Well I guess that you could say that I don’t get to enjoy
this kind of company everyday, I am certainly not going to tell you to
put your suit back on.” He reached towards my breasts and began to rub
the oil into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes
close as I felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. “I
would like to add more oil to you if you don’t mind, I love the way
your breast looks now, I can only imagine what your cunt looks like
with the oil.” I opened my eyes to find him staring straight at me
waiting for my reply. My eyes involuntarily closed as I handed him the
bottle. What I felt for the next fifteen minutes or so was absolutely
luxurious.

I again watched as he held the bottle above my other breast and let
even more oil run down onto it. He watched as the droplets intersected
with my skin and slid down to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles
of oil onto my belly, legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm
oil run down the inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He
began to massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I
felt my body release my fluid onto my vaginal lips. He talked about
how wonderful my body was and how much he enjoyed touching it. I said
absolutely nothing. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning slightly
with each stroke of his hands.

I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his fingers
after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the oil onto
my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes closed and
imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were inside of me and
we were making love. His fingers caressed in small circular motions
over my thighs, he would then trace lines up to the opening of my pussy
and massage my clit. My body was moving gently against his hand while
I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see him gazing
fondly between my legs, he watched as he increased the pressure on my
pussy. “I don’t think that I have ever seen a more beautiful body than
yours Heather, I want to make love to you.” His statement was almost
in question form. I wondered what he was thinking…he knew Gary was
my husband, and I didn’t know how to reply.

It surprised me when circumstances were set up so that I didn’t have to
reply. I looked up at my bedroom balcony to see Gary standing there in
his swim trunks. He had a very subtle smile on his face that I knew
well. It suddenly donned on me that he had been standing there
watching for quite awhile. “Well Mike, how are you doing on this fine
summer day?. Gary said as he waved to me and began to descend the
staircase leading to the pool. Mike jumped franticly, I’m sure he was
frightful of what might happen next. “Oh Gary…yes, I have finished
with the pool, I guess I’ll be getting on my way now.” Mike was
beginning to move away from my naked body as Gary was coming towards
me. “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to leave now, I
mean, after all, I’m not here to rain on anyones parade…especially my
wife’s!” Mike was dumfounded as he searched endlessly for a reply, it
seemed as if hours had gone by before he finally spoke out. “I take it
to mean that you don’t mind what I was doing?” Gary came closer too
the both of us.

He looked at me and smiled a glorious smile, then turned to Mike,
“Michael, I don’t prohibit any man from enjoying Heather’s body, I
simply like to be there when it comes time for her to be fucked. “You
see Mike, Heather nor I believe in going outside of our marriage for
sexual intercourse, but I believe full well in letting others watch and
participate, to a point, while we do.” Mike seemed quite relieved as
he started back towards Gary and I, “I’m glad to know that, Heather is
a beautiful woman and I would consider it a pleasure if I could see her
get a bang from you!”

Gary reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head fall
back and arched my back so that he could show Gary how valid his words
were. Gary pulled his trunks off, his cock was already firm with
anticipation. He swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch
was right in front of my mouth. I leaned to the side to see Mike
watching closely. I smiled generously at him and returned my focus to
Gary.

I took his cock in my hand and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the
top, I licked all the way to his balls, increasing the pressure as I
went along. Gary’s eyes were closed as he began to push deeper into my
throat. Mike came around to our side so that he could get a better
view of all that what was going on. I was soaking Gary with my saliva
as he plunged deeper into me. He had taught me years earlier that I
have to relax when I performed fellatio, I was quite inexperienced
sexually when we first met. His exact instructions ran over and over
in my mind just as they always did. I always wanted to do everything I
could to please him. I had to curl my tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as I could, and when I felt ready, I should begin the suction
from the deepest possible point of my mouth. I also liked it when he
would pump my mouth just as he would my cunt. He would begin short
strokes, only allowing the tip of his head to enter my mouth, then
pushing deeper into my throat while I sucked him for all that he was
worth. I had to acquire a taste for his come, but before long I was
draining every drop from him, and enjoying it every bit as much as only
a true a connoisseur could.

Mike had his shorts dropped to his ankles, he was playing with his
balls with one hand and pulling at his nipple with his other. I
motioned for him to come in closer to Gary and me. Gary watched me as
I removed my mouth from him and began to lick Mikes cock with the tip
of my tongue. Mike put both hands on his nipples, he outstretched them
and started to twist and pull them. He was looking down at my mouth,
his eyes partially closed, as I took him into my throat.

“Oh Heather, I can tell that you like to suck dick, I knew that those
luscious lips were created with exactly that in mind.” Mike was
pumping deep into my mouth, I was sucking him harder with each stroke.
Gary began to move down towards my pussy, I could feel the wetness that
had built from our encounter. I knew that I was close to orgasm but I
wanted to wait until they could join me.

Gary spoke with a soft voice. “I hope honey, that you are enjoying
yourself, Mike seems to be doing wonderfully. While he is filling that
precious throat, I think I’ll put something in your box!” Gary asked
Mike to hold off for a moment as he helped me off the lounger. I knew
what was coming next and I couldn’t wait. I felt my legs tremble as I
stood to wait for Gary’s instructions. “Why don’t you get down on all
fours so that Mike and I will be able to take better care of you.” I
bent over and rested my body on my hand and knees. My ass was arched
high in the air so that both Gary and Mike could see the juices
dripping down my inner thighs.

Mike came up in front of me and also got down on his knees. “I like to
see you like this Heather, it makes it more pleasurable when I can see
your face while my dick is in your mouth.” With that I licked my lips
and opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Gary was behind me
rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started sucking Mikes cock
with great strength. “Heather, your so wet, that makes me know for
sure that you like getting it from both ends!” I felt as if I were
about to explode, my legs were trembling with glory and I didn’t know
how much longer I could hang on.

Gary slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping only
the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to keep me
on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in total ecstasy,
Gary was pumping deeper and deeper into me and Mike was frivolously
fucking my throat. I had been involved with things of the like but
never had I experienced such a total release. Knowing that Gary had
been watching Mike and I playing increased my pleasure ten-fold.

Mike began to fuck my mouth with a fervor that wouldn’t stop, he was
pushing into me just like he would a pussy. “Oh Heather, I am going to
cum in your mouth…I want you to swallow all of it!” His voice was
shaky and broken. Gary chimed in as he grabbed the sides of my ass and
pulled me harder and harder onto him. “I hope that your ready to go
Mike, I’m fixing to blow my top too!” They both were giving it to me
with a force I had never experienced. I looked up at Mike, his eyes
were closed tightly as I felt his pressure increase.

I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my cum
gush and coat Gary’s cock. They both followed my lead and pumped
ferevishly…intensifying their plunges with every stroke. Gary’s
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out onto the
ground, while coating both our legs. Mike’s juices shot out and
torpedoed the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold all of it and so it
seeped out and down the sides of my mouth. They both slowed their
motions to release all of their fluid into my pussy and mouth. I
tightened my suction on Mike’s cock, and my muscles contracted on Gary
so that I drained every last drop from them both.

They both pulled out and together they pulled me to my feet. My whole
body was shaky from the experience, so my balance wasn’t what it
usually was. Both Mike and Gary embraced me from their respective
sides…they held me for a moment. Gary broke the silence, “Mike,
after the party tomorrow we’ll probably need another cleaning…why
don’t you come by around 8pm?” Mike simply nodded in agreement. I
looked straight at him winked, and kissed him on the cheek. “See ya
then Mike, we will all know each other alot better after tomorrow
night…at least I hope so!” He looked down at me, “I look forward to
my next service call, I’ll definitely be here!”

While Mike turned and retrieved his belongings and supplies, Gary
gently placed a familiar kiss on my nose, and then my forehead. He
then reached for my hand, and we began to climb the staircase leading
to our bedroom. “I love you Gary darling, more than you could ever
know,” I cooed. “So what do you think babe, do you think Mike knows
that we have been fantasizing about this day since last summer?”, he
inquired. Gary had been away from me for a whole week and I longed to
lie naked next to his body. I squeezed his hand gently and said,
“Honey, why don’t we take a long nap, we’ll need to get rested up for
Mikes next service call.” We just looked at each other and smiled a
very satisfied smile, and laid down to do exactly that.