I wondered how many different smiles we had.It was not insulting. He felt both sides of this. When I came up with something he admired, he felt it was... unexpected. At the same time, he expected it. He'd have to figure that out himself just like I would."What were we talking about?" I asked."The future importance of sex."He gave it some thought."How important is it now?"That was a good approach. It would become less important later, wouldn't it? Of all the things that made up our relationship,. There were too many nights alone. Too many unanswered calls. Too many days wasted in emptiness. He would kiss me passionately as he left whispering lightly into my ear ‘I’ll see you soon.’ The days would pass as I eagerly waited for soon to arrive. I would check my phone messages over and over again just to make sure there weren’t any that I had missed accidentally, there never were. As they days turned into weeks, there would still be no word. The white-hot passion we shared would evolve into. In the excitement, my dick quivers and flicks against your lips again, creating the same reaction except this time you bite your lip. You release the grip of your legs slightly and slide down a little pushing your waiting lips against my throbbing cock, gravity starts to take over and slowly you slide down the full length of my shaft as it buries deep inside your hungry pussy. You feel my balls touching against your thighs, meaning I’m all the way in!With the water's help, our hips move. Larry shook like a screen door in a hurricane.Larry seemed to smarten up but just a little. A few months later he was working in laundry, he had to pee like a cow on a flat stone but was told he had to wait half an hour. No one was going to tell Larry he had to wait half an hour to empty his bladder so he pulled out his hog an peed allover a pile of fresh laundry, dried an folded even.Tim O'Reiley was a pretty good boss to work for, he was about sixty and weighing in at three hundred. If you.