I'm pushy enough sober, and enough worse when I'm drunk, that all she had to do was point me in the right direction and I'd pull both of you along."If... I'd been a power-mad bastard, instead of a suggestible drunk, the exact same things would have happened to you, and you'd now feel the same feelings towards me as you do now. Not as intensely, perhaps, if your mind was fighting your instincts. In fact, those instincts are probably making you more unhappy with her than you would be on your own.. Sue was keeping her eyes on me. Sue began telling me that Randy really wasn’t into intercourse and when he was it was only until he was done. He never considered that she needed to be satisfied as well. I just listened as she went on. She continued that she usually just satisfied herself when he wasn’t around. Sue then asked if it would bother me if she satisfied her itch in the hot tub. I responded that I was currently doing that for myself. As Sue reached for her cunt, I told her that with. “And I run everyday.”“I really wanted to win.” I was still walking, my lungs beginning to relax.“I can tell.” She extended her hand and smiled again. Oh, that smiles. “Congratulations.”“Thanks. And thanks for daring me. I haven’t run like that in years.”She laughed. “You’re welcome. I’m just kind of competitive.”“I’m not. Usually.”“Why so competitive this time?”I blushed, unable to think of an answer I dared confess. She looked even better now. Little beads of sweat covered her lean body. I. So I did as he asked. However, as I started to get up, I whispered to him that I might have a problem with uncontrollable noises.He said I should clamp my thighs to his ears so the noises didn’t bother him. As far as anyone else hearing me, he said it was good advertising but he promised to turn them all down if they wanted to same from the “Korean with the Golden Tongue.” (We had watched “Goldfinger” last week.) We both laughed, he looked the happiest and most relaxed I had ever seen. A couple.