Tuesday, August 15, 2006

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I turned to the guy and in a soft, timid voice said, "I'm so sorry. I must have forgotten my panties today. This is so embarrassing, I'd better leave."

Her face was only inches from mine. She smiled a small smile. "Maybe you don't have to say anything. Just nod your head."

"No," I almost stuttered the words out, "I was a school this evening doing research?"

He then reached into a bag and he withdrew a small douch bag. It looked to me like it didn't hold more than half liter. He ran water to get it hot and squirted something into the bag. I relaxed, thinking that I was about to be douched.

His parents were off for six weeks to Malaysia. For his father it was part business and part holiday, and for his mother all holiday and a big shopping spree. On previous occasions when his father had gone off on these trips mother had stayed behind, and now, just when it had been decided that he no longer needed to be "looked after," he'd got an aunt coming to do just that.

I thought that I had probably told J_-_Doe more than my wife Stacy would approve. When J_-_Doe immediately replied with a very nice e-mail of her own I had to read it to Stacy. Stacy said" That answers a lot of questions about Ch. 04 ("XXXyyZ "). What did you write to get a reply like this?" She surprised me when I showed her the e-mail I sent. She said, "To bad you can't tell J_-_Doe the rest of it." That was a response I could only hope to receive. Instead of being in trouble I was being teased.

“I didn’t say I would do it,” he said, weakly.

Dave felt himself getting harder as the seconds passed. The little “show” seemed to last forever. Finally, Traci took a drink and managed to look away as Jaymie put the napkin on the table.

"I mean if it wasn't for him going back to get you, we wouldn't be about to have the greatest sex of my life so far on the railing of my porch, now would we?"

The time had arrived. They walked along the hallway and up a flight of stairs to room 223, knocked, and waited patiently for their conquest of the night.

The show was an awesome, two hour-plus fiesta with little Miss Ass Shaker doing her thing with her Spandex-encased ass shaking it and the crowd eating it up. After the show, Neil went backstage and showed his ticket to the bodyguard outside Shakira's dressing room. The ex-football player nodded and allowed him to enter. Shakira was reclining on a sofa with a bottle of water in her hand, dressed in a white tank and reddish-brown Spandex tights with black lace fringe. A smiled creased her lovely features as she took a gulp of water.

She turned away from him and lay down on her side. Kyle lay next to her, his chest pressing into her back as she reached between their legs for him and guided him into her pussy. He was amazed at how welcoming she felt, so wet and warm as his cock, already hardening again as he thought about being inside Amber, slipped into her.

"I said I was excited, that's all," Cathy shot back.

"I don't know if you're seeing anyone at the moment Jess," he said, running his fingers through his long hair nervously, "But, you know, I really like you and I think it would be great for us to go out some time."

I tried to explain to him that I hadn't had anything to drink, that the bottle was for later, but he muttered something about everyone saying that and asked me to step out of the car.

"Erin," I said.

"Yeah, I know what you're saying," I said. "I can get behind that sentiment.”

"So that is what's bothering you? You feel guilty about loving sex with other men?" asked Gloria with a slight sarcasm in her voice, "And you were afraid they might get serious with you? Did you tell Martin about those feelings?"

"That's what you told me," she said, "and I did swallow it. That's the first time I've done that."