I'm sure Becwouldn't allow her a second chance to do that.'I'm a complete social moron,' I thought and, for a few seconds, longedfor my outcast days.M...y phone started buzzing on my dresser. I didn't jump out of bed to getit. Part of me wanted to, but a bigger part of me didn't trust myself totalk to her."Not yet," I told the phone. As if it heard me, it fell silent. Strangely, I felt a little guilty for not picking it up. A few hoursbefore I would have eagerly jumped up to answer it. One simple. "Yes Marge, Dean still owns Tom the cat."Marge took a chug of beer. "Hell, no one owned that damn cat. Tom came and went as he pleased." She took another swig from the can. "Did Dean tell you we used to bump uglies, way back when that other guy was president? I don't think you were around then." Yes, Dean mentioned you two used to date."Marge slapped her thigh. "Date? Hell we humped like bunnies for over a year. I kinda hated to throw that one back."I tried not to show my surprise. "You broke. She removes her nighty…Lovey figure she has all her assets were fully filled with internal mass and they were glowing…I felt her hubby was really lucky and idiot who does not enjoy her. She starts sucking my navel and my nipple of my chest and then she got naked. She was standing to remove her panty. I tear that panty and start sucking her fleshy pussy….She got wild. I start fingering the pussy and shifted my mouth to her fleshy stomach and kissed her navel and sucking and biting it…..She was. It sometimes looks like chocolate milkshake when it is rough, as it mixes it all up. There are patches of rocks on the beach that you can go behind and there are dunes with aran grass on them. You can either go up in the dunes and lay down on a rug, else you get hideously sandy and it chafes, or you can go up against the rocks. The sea is too wild to go in, and sea sex is better someplace warm, where the sea is clear and blue. We could plan to go to one of those quiet, beautiful, wild beaches..