John moaned and bounced up and down as if I was really getting him off. Then he just raised his hips up and stayed there. I took my cue and bounced fa...ster up and down, making it look like I had gotten him off. When it was his turn to act as if he was eating me, I almost prayed that somehow some part of his body would touch me down there as he bounced his head up and down on my belly. When we got to the part where we laid down and did our dialog as he spooned me, I could feel his rock hard dick. I finally decided to cut to the chase and bring up the subject. "Pam, what's troubling you?" I asked.She looked up at me, wistfully with tears in her eyes. "Chris, I'm scared." What's scaring you, honey?"She remained silent, and the waterworks kept flowing.I sat on the couch next to her and ran my fingers through her blond hair. My arms enfolded her, and I whispered in her ear, "Just tell me. Always remember I am your friend and will always stand by you." Always?" she blurted out through the. The three of us sat towards the rear of the room. A prof introduced Angus. Apparently he'd published a small book every five years. His hair and beard were still ginger, but visibly grey-white. He looked sad."Thank you. I'm glad to be here, and I glad to see you," he began. "I'm going to read a few poems and then pause and answer any queries you might have. I hope not to depress you overly, but these are dark, not joy-filled works. If you can't bear it, just go ahead and leave."He read two.. Jen was a blonde beauty, slim and petite, with long shapely legs. Claire was a brunette, taller and curvier. Claire's legs weren't bad — especially with the high stiletto heels she always wore — but Jen's were better.Both were pretty, but Jen was prettier. And, even at 32, Jen still looked so youthful that she was almost always carded.The years hadn't been so kind to Claire. Even though she was the same age as Jen, her face was already starting to look tired. While still attractive, Claire.