"How 'bout if you call me Rick 'til I have to leave?" Rick," she repeated, as if the name were an unfamiliar one. Maybe there had been some Hitler equ...ivalent after my time whose first name was Rick. Just like there weren't a lot of kids named Adolph after World War II."So. It's a little hard to believe that your father didn't know about my legs. I mean, he said he was making holotapes, whatever the hell they are, through my mind. He was the one who put the training there in the first place.. Feeling anything, including love,” I added.“Now ... now having met you, and knowing what it is like to love again, to be able to love someone else and to feel love ... I am even more sorry for the way I treated Ellen. She deserved a lot more than some bastard like me who just used her and was glad to see her go.”“Alan, I know you are hurting now, remembering what happened with Ellen,” Mindy said, “but I can’t help but also feel you are being a little too hard on yourself. What was it, about a. Kissing, licking and smelling clean, smooth, silky flesh Wayne laying closer now and trying with his fingers to make one of my breasts pop out from its home security. Then, he moved down again as he parted my legs, feeling my warm, moist pussy he brought me quickly to a climax with his fingers and tongue as my head went back in pleasure. I played with his hair and rubbed my hands up, down and around his back digging my fingers in as I came. I pressed on his hand and asked him to stop for a. I knew she was how should I say it, Promiscuous? Well, we got to talking about stuff and she mentioned that she and her husband have a large plot of land and they have bonfires here and their and they get quite steamy giggling as her face turned red. I said Oh, OK. That sounds cool. She was surprised at my response. I guess the usual response like good bye or something is what she was expecting. I told her that I and my husband like to sit around a fire and BS with people having a few drinks..