I could see the silent question in his eyes, but didnt tell him right then. After a wild bout of uninhibited sex I finally broke down, cried a little ...and told him what had happened in the park. Although he pretended otherwise, I sensed his initial anger not sincere. As he pressed me for details and I related them, I saw he was growing more excited by my story, getting hard as a railroad spike. I reached out and grasped his member, squeezing as I told him about backing up to receive the black. The mixture of rage and desperation on her face gave away her insecure handling of the situation. Her facial expression got all distorted as she fought the urge to cry. “Fuck! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get over you? I fucking knew I had made a horrible mistake! But by the time I would have come crawling back, you were already screwing that Laura bitch! You're just thinking of you, aren't you? And me?! I fucking loved you! I missed you! Of course there's Jack! But he's just a. Janine had blond hair but they had about the same height and Miranda saw that Janine wasn’t wearing anything under the sheets.“Ah come on” she said on a teasing tone. “I know you sleep naked at home. But have some decency.”“You should try it sometime. It feels very liberating” reacted Janine. Why the hell not thought Miranda. She threw the towel towards the bathroom and jumped under the sheets. The two friends were now both lying naked under the blanket. “And how is it feeling?” asked Janine as. As I said above, I am single. Never married – never wanted to be. No c***dren and don’t want any. When I finally moved away to college, I loved being alone and have never wanted to change that. I enjoy the freedom to live how I want, date who I want, and battle my demons without anyone telling me how I should or should not behave.At least that’s what I told myself. Deep down I always feel kind of alone. Desperate to be independent, I fight against the “need” to have a father figure – fucked up.