He was a voice to identify now. The calls continued and became more frequent, replacing the e-mailed letters. We talked of family, friends, sadness, j...oys and needs. It was the needs that bonded us – emotionally and, yes, even the reality of unmet physical needs. We tried to understand more about each other. The time became too short and the conversations became more personal as we poured out our souls to each other. I found myself so needy that I would even share my physical intimacies with. Were her nipples hard?" Thursday pressed her fingernails into Anthony's thighs. "My nipples are hard."Anthony cupped Thursday's breasts and let them rub against his hands as she rocked. She moaned in appreciation. "If I tell you that it's going to ruin the buildup of the story." Mmm. The buildup is happening no matter what. That feels wonderful. Get me out of this top." Her nipples weren't hard yet," Anthony continued, as he struggled to undo the buttons down Thursday's back. "Her husband had. Our server came over just then and asked what everyone wanted. Neither girl wanted trout since the pond wasn't open yet."It just tastes better when you catch it yourself," Cindy said. So she and Beth opted for shrimp while Greg and I ended up with our usual steaks.Needless to say there wasn't much talk during dinner about anything but the wedding.By the time we got home I don't think there was a detail left uncovered. Even Greg and I got pulled into the discussion. And here I'd thought the guys. I wrapped my hand around her pony tail and slap her ass as I sawed back and forth as fast as I could. Fifteen-twenty strokes later, I was rewarded as she started to tense up and I recognized the impending signs of her orgasm. Wanting her to lose control again, I pulled out of her, pin her to the bed, reached around and started stroking her clit as fast as I could. I was rewarded with another furious soaking of the bed as she let loose a scream and came several times in a row. I gave a brief.