’ The maître d’ led them into a back room with about a dozen tables, and sat them at one at the far side of the room, with a nice view of the gar...dens which were lit at night. ‘How come we are in a room by ourselves?’ Jim answered, ‘I’m not sure. Let me ask the waiter.’ He stood up and walked through the door to where the waiter stood. He appeared to chat amiably with him with a bit of arm waving and came back. ‘Well, ‘ Charlie asked impatiently. ‘It seems that they expect to be crowded. He had just found her and loved being with her, both in and out of bed. She had a profound effect on him that he was just starting to appreciate was going to change his life.She shook her head. “No, Granny said the reason they go to a married couple is that once you’re bonded, you won’t enjoy sex as much with anyone else. The rings consider their owners as a couple. My ring came to me after she died.”“However, Grandpop’s ring didn’t want to go to my boyfriend at the time even though he had. I kissed my way down to her breast, as my hand was down on her leg, rubbing the inside of her leg up and down under the sheet. My mouth covered her nipple, as my fingers invaded her soaking wet pussy. I think with a crowd watching her perform, Shannon was extremely turned on. Her nipple was rock hard and seemed to stick out about an ½, inch, as my tongued gently played with her nipple, and my lips softly sucked on it. My finger was working her pussy over, and by the movement of the. What had I accomplished when I ‘hit the road, Jack’?I’d traveled 38,000 miles through thirty-six states and up into one Canadian province. I’d been to national parks and monuments, and some of the most beautiful and romantic places in the U.S. Most of them alone. In the not-alone times, I’d had seven lovers ranging in age from nineteen to fifty-five. But most of them had been for only a night or two.What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I.