Playing guitar is the only thing other than football that makes sense to me all the time. I don't get school, I don't get women, I don't get life in g...eneral. Football and music, I get.I don't get Lisa. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the. She wanted him as much as she ever had, if not more.Lew's arms in their turn now descended to the middle of her back and held her to him as his tongue entered and circled hers like two fat earthworms trying to pass in a tunnel built for one. Very soon things passed from his holding her to his holding her up, and then to his following her down to the soft deep comfort of the carpet."That at least has not changed," she whispered to him. "You are every bit as wonderful at that as years ago." I. He spent the rest of the time talking about his ex girlfriend.He was always very eager for sex but would cum too quick for my liking, he was better than just masturbating, which I still did daily anyway, so I continued seeing him. I often went to his house for the evening; if his dad went out we would have sex, usually naked in front of the fire. This particular time, he asked me to stop the night, which I did.I thought I'd try and educate him into the finer points of foreplay. I had just. At the door was one of his team, Ron. Ron is a good looking black man about six feet two inches, at one hundred and eighty pounds. He lives on the southwest side of Chicago and had been working with Jim for two years. Jim liked him and was helping him make inroads to rise on the corporate ladder.He is quite a lady’s man. I have never seen him twice with the same woman. White, black, brown, yellow, or any other mix he likes them all. It also seems apparent they like him. I am fairly sure at.