We met in several places around Pagosa Springs, fascinating each other wherever we went, distancing ourselves (as best we could) from the shitty marriages we were trapped in.
I didn't expect a kiss to happen but I went for it and you responded. By the time you pushed me out the door, the windows were fogged so much, you needed to swipe the wipers a few times to get the fuck out of the backlot of the bar next door to the newspaper.
Precedent set, we were insatiable, finding every moment we could to suck face, sometimes risky (I was freaking the fuck out in that Christian coffee shop), wondering when we'd fuck.
Your condo, where we finally made love. It was there where I found out how sensitive your clit and vulva were to touch, how responsive you magnificently large nipples were to twirling, pulling, and sucking. You mounted me, aiming me inside you, rode for awhile perpendicular to me then ground yourself onto my cock as you nestled your face beneath my chin. You rose and clutched my shoulders as I ejaculated, moaning and smiling.
You never told me what happened to the bedspread we stained but I would have loved to know how it was either tossed or explained.
Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me
My nine for the day? I'm still not sure how this whole manifesting works exactly.
Whoa, are we moving too slow? Have you seen us, Uncle Remus?
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