.. are you all right?" Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "Why?" he said, trying his best to look carefree.They slowly started walking again, Sammy still gr...ipping his hand. "You look... well, like you did when you sprained your ankle a couple years ago... during a karate lesson. Remember that?" Yeah," he said, mystified. "How did I look then?"She stopped him again, reaching up a hand to tenderly touch the side of his face. "You looked like you were in a lot of pain - but didn't want anyone to know. I don't know or profess to know what happens after we die, figuring I'll find out eventually anyway. Maggie and Jonathan have both professed to me that if I don't believe in Jesus Christ as the Savior that I will burn in hell after death for this."Even though I'm a nice, moral person?" I ask them on the many occasions that they'd discussed this with me. "Even though I live my life pretty much according to the Bible's standards of saintly behavior? Even with all of that, I'll be cast into hell. I paid her no mind as I played with her rack. Licking her tits down to her stomach, I grabbed her shorts and yanked them down to her ankles. She was shaved, something I was expecting! But as wonderful as her pussy smelled, it was dry, and I didn't want to rub my cock raw.I push her down onto a air mattress onto her back, Melissa did not fight. I roughly spread her legs and crawled between them. My hairy thighs rubbing aganist her soft inner thighs. I spit on my hand, rubbing it to make it wet. ’ He said. Whether or not Wes wanted the man to join him was irrelevant, this was a public place and anyone who wanted to come into the hot tub could just slip in, of course the new comer was just trying to be polite. He gave the handsome man a smile, closed his eyes and set his head back against the perimeter boundary of the hot tub again. ‘May I ask your name?’ The man asked. ‘I’m Brent.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Brent.’ Wes said. ‘I’m Wes.’ Brent was a nice name for a handsome man. He was not.