It’s about spending time together.”“I want to have fun,” she said.“If it’s not fun, we’ll leave,” he said immediately. “We’ll just... go do something else, until you do have fun.”“Okay,” she heard her voice say. “No funny business,” she warned.“Yes, Ma’am,” said Bobby, for the third time that night.Renee kept away from him after that, at least in terms of sitting next to him or standing next to him. She sat with the women at Mirriam’s table, and tried to submerge herself in the welcome, casual. I was shockwhen I saw my hand on the couch and I knew something were not right. Myhand looks smaller and my fingers look longer. Also, my skin looks smoothand white. They look like a girl hand, I do not want to admit but theyare. At that moment when I nearly fell, my hair also fell down on myshoulder. I fell into a deep concern because I knew something were notright."Are you feeling okay, darling?" Cora asked while I still stared at myhand and hair."I..." I stopped when I just started speaking.. I'd asked Theresa for a blowjob before and been turned down, but I asked again. Her refusal, the sweet lie that it was ("I'd love to suck this nice dick for you, but it's just too big for my little mouth"), was all the more frustrating. I wanted to imagine it was Ann sucking me. Oh well. I told her I was going to come and she increased her tempo and brought a wad of kleenex to the tip to catch the flow. Such a well-prepared girl.I rubbed her tits and french kissed her, two things she never. I've never really understood why people who are cheating stand in doorways and kiss each other. Well, I've never really understood the whole cheating thing at all, but this particular behavior blows my mind. Lets announced it to everyone! Look, I'm kissing this person at a motel in the middle of the afternoon. And I'm tucking my clothes in as I do it. I wonder what we've been doing! And we probably aren't married to each other either! Otherwise, why would we be at a motel?It just seems really.