Our telephone conversations began to serve as our bedroom. We explored each other's sexuality through telephone lines. She was mine. Mine. I took her ...with my voice. We hadn't actually touched each other's bodies yet, but had shared the most intense, passionate, satisfying lovemaking of my life. She was my dream, my fantasy, and my heart's desire. She was the piece of my soul that I'd never realized was missing. I finally knew her, understood what it was to be complete, and she was Mine. I had. He hadn’t been the best dad in the world, but he was still his dad.He wondered if his father knew about the mess he had left behind when he disappeared. Justin reminisced about what had happened as if he was reliving it.When his father hadn’t come back after nine months, the company had declared him dead. This was so they could stop paying his wages. This hit his ex-wife Terry very hard, as she had received nearly half his salary.Terry had relied heavily on Allan’s money coming in with five. I have NEVER cum so hard in my life. If you’d asked me yesterday if I’d ever let a woman touch my breasts, I wouldn’t have believed it. Put my mouth on another woman’s pussy, or let a man love my pussy with HIS mouth, I’d have laughed. Have a guy lovingly fuck my ass to a screaming orgasm, I’d be rolling on the floor. With everything we’ve done, when we ever get together again, my tits, my pussy, my mouth and my ass belong to all of you. God, I have missed so much in my life. I made myself. ”“What about my lack of papers?”“No problem ... I have a friend and we’re going to stop there first. Andrea, I need a telephone. Plot a course to the nearest small town with a harbor. Someplace we can get in and out without having to backtrack very much.”She was looking at the chart, “Shark River inlet is next.”“That’s way to crowded.”“Manasquan?”“Same as Shark river. I want some Podunk in the sticks.”“I guess Atlantic City is out too.”“You got that right ... come on Andy ... something.