"Not just any girl. You."Rebecca blushed.David sighed and looked nervous."What's wrong?" Rebecca asked searching his face."I need to ask you something..., but I know it probably isn't the right time, but I haven't done it right."Rebecca's heart raced. "What?"David got on one knee and stared up at her. "Rebecca Michelle Lambert, will you do me the honors of being my wife?"Rebecca's tears streamed down her face like water. "Yes! Of course! You know that!"David felt teary eyed. "I know but I just. With you lying there, him working on the lock with his face between your legs, such temptation right in his eyes but out of reach; it has all the makings of a night to remember. It works both ways too, it would work just as well if it was a woman."Carol was reduced to a fit of giggles. Luckily we had a small combination padlock. I used to use on my suitcase and it had never been taken out. It took me ten minutes messing with it and applying tiny drops of superglue to turn it into what amounted. "That evening, Pete told a more traditional campfire tale of how Enrico Fermi, one of the inventors of the atom bomb, who had supposedly died of radiation poisoning, had instead, neither dead nor alive, started haunting the area around Chicago and how eventually, on his way back to New Jersey, he had last been seen near Glimmer Lake two summers before.As was her habit, the following morning, Lisa was again up at dawn. As she was putting the kettle on, she slipped and dropped the kettle with a. Aaaaahhh fffffuuuucccckkk fffffuuuccckkk mmmmmeeeeeeee oooohhh yyyyeeeeeaaaaaaahhh I am not a public performer, I tell you. But I don’t know what those lusty sounds whispered to my right hand, it moved slowly on its own and placed itself on my dick. By then my dick had become an angry prisoner inside my pants (I had left the underwear home). Fingers unzipped the pants slowly and out it sprang to full attention. My whole face flushed with my heated blood as I gave one last look above the screen.