Same thing, got my key and went to the room. She jumped me as I walked in, punching and kicking me. I slapped her and threw her down and fucked her ha...d. We fucked off and on all night. Next morning we went to the pool. She struck up a conversation with this woman who looked not much older than Jennifer. They were drinking wine laying buy the pool. Some how Jennifer talked her into coming up to our room. Once in the elevator they were making out. Then in the room, Jennifer pointed for me to. I walked back into the room naked, my cock standing up hard as a steel shaft, and stood at the foot of the bed. I watched Beulahs eyes go wide with shock. And as I walked toward her the expression changed. It changed into one I hadn't seen before. One I would come to know as pure lust. I took the sheet and pulled it completely off the bed exposing all of her, even her poor crippled, deformed feet. She had never let me do that before. Reaching for the hem of her nighty I pulled it up and off. I pulled into the meadow, the very same that I wandered into on a bicycle. Near the old pear tree I stopped and shut off the car, and I slowly opened the old door. Not far from where I stood was the rusting windmill that I had almost hit on that day, long, long ago. I shuffled to the tree and snapped off a pear, scrubbed it against my blouse and took a small bite. As I gently chewed the pear, I glanced up the lane, toward where I knew lay Gossamer Road... where I once feared the police and hid. The biggest reason we kept holding back, was because we didn’t have any condoms. Now, this was before the internet, before cell phones, before any of this fast communication that we have now. We lived on a remote ranch in Oregon, and I seldom went near town. Jeri and I had already searched through our parents rooms hoping on the off chance we might find condoms, but to no avail. I even searched through the old abandoned bunkhouse. I did find a couple of old sex magazines, but nothing else. I.
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