.the relative coolness on my naked skin, exasperated by your wetness...and finally a void, an emptiness, the feeling of being without. As the head of... my prick pulls free from your sex, strands of your essence form the last bridge of our lust. It feels like getting out of the shower too quickly, when you’ve woken up too early, on a morning in January that’s too cold. The only place in the world that you ever want to be is back inside that warm, wet sanctuary. You are my woman...you have. The excitement she had once experience was now gone. She desperately wanted to find some new adventures in her life. She just never had envisioned what those new adventures would end up being. Jen’s excitement was working out at the gym. She worked out regularly and kept her 5’6 and 120 pound body in fantastic shape. The gym and working out was the only thing that gave Jen any excitement. She had been at this gym for over a year and she knew all the regulars by their first names. She was on her. "She was lucky she didn't get a ticket for inattentive driving on the way home. If she had, she would have probably told the patrolman her name was Josh Hamilton.The next week was pure torture for Jennifer.Roger, when he saw her, gave her a peck on the cheek. He didn't ask her where she'd been, or what she'd done. He didn't ask her if she'd had fun, or been successful at whatever she was doing. And as far as she could tell, Tiffany didn't even know she'd been gone.The memory of Josh's touch. It took him a while before he was able to think again. Kevin pressed some of the cum out his ass. Letting it fart as he did so. Kevin had never felt so dirty in all his life. And yet this was an experience he would love to repeat for sure. The only thing missing was his own release. Being used was one thing. But now he wanted what the burly biker guys had done. He wanted to fuck. Breed some anonymous asshole. Love them end leave them. Kevin pulled up his jogging pants. Letting his rock-hard.