Leave hickeys like a couple of teenagers.Reality is that I had to get tested for STDs because you didn’t believe me when I said I was clean. Knowing... that you had to have had sex with her recently. Or that it really offended me when you just wanted a hug and then changed your shirt as fast as you could. Getting rid of me like a fucking disease. Or tempting and teasing each other all day long or all week long, only to spend our date night not touching once. These are the realities that I cannot. I watched her ass for a while.I wanted to fuck her ass just over there. Janna's ass had made my penis erect.I approached her quietly.There was nobody around. I touched her ass slightly from behind.She didn't expect that.She looked behind with nerve.What are you doing! my sister may see.There were a few persons at the beach.People were having their breakfast at hotel.My wife was still sleeping at hotel.By pointing her ass, I said;I want it too much..I looked at her ass hysterically.I desire. I feel a deep sense of validation, they all craved me, desired me and had to have me. As men leave, they slap my but or kiss my neck and say things like “you are fucking amazing!” or “thank you I won’t forget this!” I give them a big wet kiss and say, “you are welcome anytime!” My ex come up and tells me how I exceeded his wildest expectations. I mention that I did not remember him having a go with me. He smiled and said that he hoped the night was not over. I leapt into his arms and wrapped my. I guess that's the way it goes, though. Jesus loves a fucking project. He loves the sinners more than the rest because they have more to feel guilty about.He loves the sinners so much that all those straight-laced fuckers who arrive at church ahead of me each week are desperate to be sinners. The totally invent sins out of thin fucking air, just so they can feel guilty and get some loving.Like "sins of the mind". What the fuck is that? They want to feel guilty for just coveting someone's ass..