He chortled. Said he often didn't wear briefs, loved thefeelin of trousers rubbin on his skin, on his cock. I remember even now,he actually said cock.... He continued, But not in the pool. Wet pants justdon't ever feel good. With that he pulled down his speedo and releasedhis pent up mantool. Then he reached over and pulled my khakis down mylegs. There, don't that feel better? Fuck, yeah, I told him.Bare assed he took off down the length of the pool and I swam after him,like a hound dog retrievin. "I am who I am." You're a son of a bitch!" Making you a stray mutt?"His Mother returned before we could trade any more insults. She pulled him aside after one glance at his expression."You guys just couldn't kiss and make up, could you?" Honda shook his head sadly.I didn't reply; the whole trip had been a waste of my day.There was a final moment as Honda embraced Joey when I felt a surge of jealousy. For just an instant, I wanted to shove him aside and hold Joey there, keep him from leaving at. “And if you have any IDs on you, I’m going to need those too.” He then tapped Sofia on the shoulder. “Miss, I’m going to need to see a copy of your license and registration.” After the formalities were taken care of, the officer then assessed the extent of the damage that was done to Sofia’s mother’s car. He quickly determined that the vehicle was unable to be moved from its location without mechanical assistance. “Do you all need for me to call you a tow truck?” the officer asked. “Who are these people?” she wondered aloud.At the sound of Kelly’s voice, the man in her bed abruptly halted his thrusts, twisted his body, and looked back over his shoulder at us. The sight of his face staggered me. I was shocked.I was not at all surprised that the man was Hank – Kelly’s husband. But what floored me was how similar we actually looked. It was like watching a 3-D video of myself – like looking into a mirror. It was so surreal.“Hank!” Kelly exclaimed, staring spellbound at her.