After the exciting kiss and make me forgive, how could I ever be angry with you for a long time? It was stupid for me to get mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me, it warms my heart even more. So, that night, after having dinner on the steak, I grilled you, and the wine I bought especially for tonight, I keep you close to me, looking deeply in your eyes, in your soul. Seeing the sweetness that is there, I keep you close to me, hands on your sandwiches that crush them firmly, with passion. I press my lips to yours, my language looking for your language, reaching your soul. While our mouths dissolve each other I left my hands dissatisfied jeans and pushed them to the floor. Oh, Carol, your skin is so soft, so hot. I can feel your warmth through your panties. My fingers trace your wet slit through your panties, pressing them gently, gingerly, with love. You moan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with your finger. Baby, you’re so hot. Move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you can feel the passion I have for you there. So swollen and hard for your touch, help me release my hard dick and lower my jeans and underwear to the floor. I am hard rock and in your hand as you hit me back and forth, at the same time when I rub my fingers up and down your crack outside your panties. I want to hear you move your panties’ leg aside and sip your finger in your warm humidity. Oh, my dear… so wet and hot… I do my finger back and forth in your wet femininity valley, feeling you move. It gives me so much pleasure to see that you are excited with my actions, and I think I will become even more difficult in your hand. We are caressing each other with such passion feeling the heat that is burning with an unwavering flame. Soon our lips are part and we look back in the eyes. Our thoughts do not need words, we know which other desires. I reluctantly remove my fingers from your hot cave and put them to my lips, licking the sweet cream that gathered there. Move my cane and put it at the entrance of your pussy. Rub the tip up and down the length, imitating the action my fingers were just running on you. Our eyes are closed on each other, and our breathing is wrong as the feeling is so intense.

Last Friday I was at my good friend Larry’s, home with some beer and watch a movie. His wife Lynn was out with some of his friends from work. About eleven we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked in a few minutes and it was obvious he didn’t feel any pain. Clearly his night out drinking with the girls had taken a toll on her. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we chatted a little bit about what was happening in our lives.

My company had put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My course was just around the corner, twenty of us were presented to a new computer program that had to be the best in the world at that time. Most of my peers were not just my type their life seemed to revolve around their work, I liked my work, but I had other interests. At the end of the first week I lost Peter my husband, I also lacked sex being highly sexual was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent shopping and sightseeing, something I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the crew from the course. That night I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low cut, short and clinged me like another skin. I didn’t worry about socks my tan looked pretty good on its own, just some nice short heel shoes to finish the look. I had dinner in the hotel restaurant before moving to the cocktail bar, it must have been popular as it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room I noticed one or two attractive guys who appealed to me. There were also one or two other women, well dressed obviously with their husbands or their boyfriends, they seemed to be the only one alone. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the barman put another Daiquiri in front of me.

About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a California beach and was very panoramic. The living quarters housed 3 employees of the same sex. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was there, I flirted with any woman I thought might be remotely interested. Our group consisted of women of various racial and ethnic nature. Being single I felt I had nothing to lose.

It was our last horror before my second year of college summer break. My sorority sisters and I were out of clubbing and I was pretty close to drunk when Becky suggested hitting a Canadian strip club Monty. Well, being a little intoxicated, we all agreed and crossed the Canada border from Rouses Point, New York. Upon arrival we found places near the front on the stage. A great blonde boobed was shaking her goods for everything worth and more money tip we put on more danced for us. There was a sign on the wall that read: