Sharon didn't know Brad, and I was certain my folks or Jeannie had no idea either. Besides, Jeannie was off on a trip with the folks until the weekend... herself, and no help either. Brad and I rarely talked anymore - he was busy with classes (and Naty) and I was busy screwing every girl that would screw me along with a more regular session with Sharon. I only knew one person who might know how to get ahold of Brad, but I hated asking her. Janie was the only connection I had to him anymore, and. I was sitting under the umbrella on the patio.“How are you feeling this afternoon, Dave?” he said. I looked slowly around at him and shrugged.“Okay,” I said. “But, I wanna get home as soon as I can. I have to pack up things and sell the house. I can’t live there anymore, too many memories.” He nodded.“I understand, I guess,” he said. “I was wondering how you wanted to go forward. And well, I’ve had some thoughts.” I looked him askance.“You might remember that that day, well, I mentioned to you. Nice to meet you."Lori shakes my hand, and nods at Michael, purposely avoiding eye contact."Lori" she says, leaning back in the booth to get her boobs off thetable. Michael might be half dead from stress and exhaustion, but thepart that is not dead cannot help but stare a bit at Lori. Still, I amproud of how he breaks it off as quickly as possible and tries to beginsome pleasant conversation."Lori," Michael says, "tell me, how long have you..."I'm dying to freeze time for a few minutes. I. Irmgard's were soft and yielding. With their bodies just touching, Stefan began to caress Irmgard's back. Separating for a moment from her lips, he whispered in her ear: ‘You have a gorgeous, sexy ass, Irmgard. You are as beautiful from behind as from the front.’And Stefan began to explore its voluptuous contours, gripping her buttocks and, eventually, running his fingertips up and down her ass’s opening crack. And Irmgard, whimpering, pressed and ground her pussy against Stefan’s rock-hard.