Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 23:49:06 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lady and the Lawn Boy 2

Lady and the Lawn Boy, Part 2

All the usual cautions apply.

Bill Cooper had had the most amazing weekend of his life.  On Saturday he
had met the most amazing woman he could imagine, Sharon Westcott.
Interestingly enough, Sharon was a pre-operative transsexual who earned her
living as a personal trainer and fitness instructor.  His first encounter
with her was the result of what she called a sexual ambush.  He was her
lawn boy and she liked what she saw so when he came for his first monthly
payment she offered him a free physique analysis that ended up with him
giving her a thorough ass fucking that had her shooting her own load all
over her bedspread.

Their time together lasted until late evening and included two more
sessions of hot sex separated by a nice home made dinner, eaten while naked
of course.  While the initial session had been hot, frantic and for Bill, a
little strange, the second had been almost instructional as Sharon taught
him the finer points of cock sucking, ass licking and ass fucking, this
time from a face to face position.  They started with her on her back and
ended up with her riding him like a lust crazed cowgirl.

The sight of her six inch, hard 'clitty', as she called it, shooting
several spurts of thick white cream onto his chest had been incredibly hot
and triggered his cumming up her ass again.  The third session that came
after dinner was more playful and teasing.  There was a lot of fondling and
groping combined with lips and tongues exploring hard muscled body parts as
well as overly sensitized erogenous zones.  This caused a lot of giggling
and laughing.  It finally settled into a long session of tongue kissing and
cock stroking, each others that is.  The resulting orgasms came within
moments of each other and while they may not have been much in the way of
volume, there was certainly plenty of intensity.

The used the shower once more and although subdued there was still plenty
of kissing and rubbing in the soapy water.  After the shower Sharon slipped
on a simple kimono style robe and Bill got dressed in his shorts and shirt.
She was holding his hand in both of hers as they walked to the door.  She
said,

"If you don't have anything pressing, why don't you come down to the
fitness club with me tomorrow? I can show you how to work those areas I
pointed out earlier."

"That would be great but isn't it a day off for you?" Bill asked.

"Yes, but I won't be considering it work," she replied with that dazzling
smile only inches away from his face.

"Oh, okay.  Great, I'd love to."

"Good, meet me here at one?" she purred.

"I'll be here."

She just smiled and then leaned in to kiss him.  She slid her arms up on
his shoulders and had one hand on the back of his head while his arms went
around her, lower on her back.  The kiss delayed his departure by several
minutes.  He wasn't sure how he got home because he couldn't see anything
but that dazzling smile and those smoldering eyes.  As far as sleep was
concerned it was quick in coming, long lasting and deep.

He woke up and saw the digital clock show eleven thirty in the morning.  He
lay there for a few minutes, a slight grin on his face, thinking back over
the events of the prior day.  He wondered where this was going to take him.
He was always attracted to girls but he had to admit to a certain curiosity
and had often snuck peeks at various guys in gym locker rooms and showers.
Sharon presented a fascinating melding of all these things in one gorgeous
package.

With that thought in mind he hurried into the shower, his usual morning
hard on only semi rigid after yesterday's work out. After his shower he had
a pre workout breakfast that would give him sufficient energy without
weighing him down.  Dressed in his warm up clothes he left his house, gym
bag in hand and walked to Sharon's house.  He arrived a few minutes early
but he was barely done knocking when the door flew open.

Despite all that they had shared the day before, the first sight of her
caused him to catch his breath.  She smiled that dazzling smile and said,

"Leave the bag on the porch and come in here for a minute."

He did as she directed and no sooner was the door shut then she had her
arms over his shoulders, her hand on the back of his head and her lips on
his mouth.  Their lips were parted and their tongues wrestling in an
instant.  His arms went around her and even through the full warm up suit
she wore her body felt incredible pulled up against him.  The kiss lasted
for several minutes.  When they pulled apart slightly, Sharon said,

"Good lord, I haven't had kissing like that since I don't know when.  Do
you think your folks would be upset if I kidnapped you?"

"Um, yeah.  They kind of like having me around," Bill replied with an odd
little smile.

"Shoot.  Well, we'll have to work something out, but that can wait until
later, lover boy.  Let's head to the club," she said following up with a
brief kiss.

They walked out the door, Bill grabbing his gym bag, and went around to the
driveway on the side of the house.  Sitting there was a late model black
Mustang convertible with the top already down.  Bill nodded his approval
and said,

"Nice ride."

"Thanks. It's only the V-6 but it gets me where I need to go with a little
style and I love the feel of the wind."

She told him to put his bag on the back seat and they got in.  She pulled
her hair into a pony tail and put on a plain baseball cap.  With another
smile she started the car and backed out of the driveway.  It was a twenty
minute or so ride to the fitness club and he enjoyed it immensely.  They
chatted about this or that as best they could over the road noise but what
he like best was how Sharon's hand tended to drift over to rub his leg or
touch his hand.

When they pulled into the lot, Bill realized he knew the place, but had
never been in, knowing he could never afford the fees.  Not to mention the
gym at school was more than adequate and part of his student fees.  She
pulled into a reserved spot near the front door and they got out.

"Reserved parking, huh?  Pretty sweet."

"Well, since I am a minority owner there are a few perks," she said,
smiling.

It was a nice day on a Sunday afternoon so there weren't many cars in the
lot.

"Looks quiet," Bill said.

"Sunday afternoons are usually slow.  Especially when the weather is nice,"
she said.

"Same during football season?" he asked.

"Actually, we get a lot of wives and girlfriends then."

They both laughed.  Once inside Bill saw that it was a spacious, well
appointed facility, more than a gym but less than a full blown spa.  Behind
the counter was a massively muscled man who looked like he might be forty
years old.  He looked up and said,

"Hello, Sharon.  What brings you in on your day off?"

"Hi, Evan.  I'm going to give my friend Bill here a few pointers."

Evan gave Bill the once over and said,

"Doesn't look like he needs much help."

Sharon smiled and said,

"I know, just a touch or two here and there."

Bill was trying to keep from blushing but was rescued when Sharon took hold
of his arm and steered him toward the weight room.  As they walked Bill
said,

"Evan looks like he's a competitive body builder."

"He used to be and was pretty successful but he got tired of the grind.  So
he invested his money in this place.  He holds sixty percent.  I have
twenty as does a friend of his.  It makes me some extra income and gives me
a good base for my personal training business."

Bill was suitably impressed and said so.  He got another of those smiles in
return. The she said,

"Alright, off with the warm up suit and start walking me through a typical
workout and we'll see what adjustments we need to make," her voice all
business now.

As they went along, a question that had occurred to him on the walk over to
Sharon's house was answered.  After the time he had spent with her the day
before he wondered how anyone could concentrate on a workout with her so
close by.  But now he realized that with the warm up suit, the wealth of
blond hair pulled back and covered by the hat, and the no nonsense tone of
voice, there was little to suggest the incredibly passionate woman
underneath.  She had showed him that side yesterday and he was very happy
she had.

She worked with him for over an hour, not hard, but going through each of
his exercises, checking his form, giving advice on alternatives and adding
a few extra to address those areas she had mentioned during his examination
the day before.  He also noticed that Evan had made a couple of visits to
the room, watching as they worked.

One of the items he had in the bag was a notebook and Sharon was now
reviewing it. He watched as she read, nodding here, pursing her lips there,
jotting some notes of her own.  When she was done, she looked at him and
gave him another professional smile.

"I don't know what you're studying at school but from what I've seen you
should consider exercise physiology or physical therapy or something like
that.  Your notes show a real feel for how the human body works."

"Thank you," Bill replied.  "I'm not really sure what I'm going to do.
That's why I'm at a J.C.  To try and figure it out without risking too much
tuition money."

"Well, it's something to think about.  So how about we wrap this up and
head for home?" she asked.

"Sure, and thanks.  This has been great."

She smiled again, this time a bit less professionally.  He got back in his
suit, packed up his bag and they headed out, exchanging good byes with
Evan.  As they got outside Bill heard Sharon let out a breath and a long
sigh, then she said,

"Wow, that was tough."

"What? What was tough?" Bill asked anxiously.

"Aside from having to keep my hands off of you for the last hour and a
half, nothing at all, lover boy.  Come on, I need to get you home," she
said with a throaty chuckle that gave Bill a chill up his spine.

She wheeled the car out of the parking lot and pointed it toward her house.
As a way to cover his growing excitement he asked what he thought was a
casual question.

"I saw Evan come in a couple of times.  Does he often watch you during
sessions with clients?

"He wasn't watching me.  He was watching you," she replied with a grin.

"Me?"

"You, lover boy," she said, reaching over to give his leg a squeeze.
"What's that saying, Evan is as queer as a three dollar bill."

"He's gay?"

"Oh, yes, in a very big way."

"But might he, well, you know, with you being, you know, you," he stammered
out, "wouldn't he be interested in you?"

Sharon laughed.

"Oh, no.  He likes his playmates to be the very masculine type.  Like you,"
she said rubbing his leg again.

"Geez," Bill said, thinking about what that might mean, "he'd crush me."

Sharon laughed again.

"No, Evan prefers to be on the bottom, if you get my meaning."

"Oh," Bill said, laughing a bit himself.

While he might be flattered his mind was much more focused on Sharon.  He
let his own hand drift over and caress her leg.  She said,

"Hmmmm, I was wondering when you'd get around to that."

By the time they got to Sharon's house they were both wound up pretty
tightly. They made it through the front door and before Bill could drop his
bag Sharon had grabbed him and began tongue kissing him furiously.  He
dropped the bag and puller her as tightly as he could, responding to her
passion in kind.  He let one hand slip to her ass and pulled her hips in
tight and began to grind on her.  She began to moan into his mouth and her
hips responded.  After a few minutes of this she broke the kiss long enough
to say,

"I want you naked and on my bed right now."

"Race you," was his only response and he let go of her and ran towards her
bedroom.

With a laugh she followed after him.  When they got to the bedroom clothes
began to fly and in possible world record time Bill was naked and on his
back, his thick eight inch cock lying along his belly.  Sharon's eyes
blazed at the sight of this young stud and she quickly peeled off her own
warm up suit, sports bra and tight skimpy running shorts.  Her mane of long
blond hair was free and her six inch 'clitty' was hard and pointing towards
the ceiling.  She pounced onto the bed and they reached for each other and
began kissing and wrestling.

They reveled in the feel of each others' warm bodies and hot lips.  Their
swollen cocks trapped between them, grinding against each other.  Sharon's
hard nipples were pressed against his chest and her tongue was trying to
inspect all his fillings.  After a while, she began to kiss her way down
his neck and then his torso.  She tongued her way further down his stomach,
licking along the defined lines of his six pack, nudging his hard dick to
the side.

Once she was done with his stomach she traveled down to his balls and began
to lick and suck the hairless sack, then sucking the hard eggs into her
mouth one at a time.  Bill groaned his appreciation.  She began to stroke
his hard shaft as she licked and sucked his balls until she pushed his
thighs apart and attacked his hairless hole with her tongue.  Bill's
groaning got a whole lot louder.

She even managed to push the tip of her tongue past his tight ring sending
a shock wave through his body.  When she started to work on his now leaking
dick he stopped her and then pulled her around so that he would have access
to her hard, dripping 'clitty' and smooth balls.  He sucked her in just as
her mouth closed around the head of his longer, fatter member.  They
groaned in unison.

The otherwise quiet house reverberated to the sound of wet sucking and deep
guttural moans.  Bill had moved to Sharon's hot tight asshole, getting it
ready for the fucking he desperately wanted to give her.  As he started to
push his own tongue in she slid her mouth off of his now soaking wet dick
and growled,

"I want your cock in me right now, lover. Fuck me hard and deep and long."

He didn't answer, he just pushed her away from him, grabbed her ankles and
pulled her back, her hair disheveled, her eyes half lidded.  He pushed her
legs back and then with one hand, took hold of his fat dick and rubbed the
head on her tight asshole.  She moaned and quivered.  He pushed and watched
as the ring resisted for a moment and then the purplish head began to slip
through.  Sharon gasped and grabbed her legs and kept them back.  Bill
leaned in and pushed more of the head and shaft inside her tight hole.  She
began to writhe as the shaft slowly disappeared up her ass until his hips
made contact with her ass.  When he bottomed out he pulled back slowly,
eliciting another moan and then he pushed back and Sharon gasped out,

"Oh, yes, fuck me, baby.  Fuck my ass.  Just keep going, don't ever stop."

He began to piston his fat dick in and out of her willing ass.  He leaned
against her legs which parted to slide around his body.  She wrapped her
long muscular legs around his lower back, resting her heels on his hard
ass.  She pulled him down so that they were chest to chest with her and her
hungry mouth reclaimed his lips.  He pushed his cock up inside her in firm
strokes, feeling her respond and pushing back against him.  He lost himself
in the rhythm and the feel of her responses, her passion. At some point the
kiss broke off and she began to verbalize her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck me, Bill, please fuck me," she repeated over and over again.

It finally faded to a low guttural sound followed by a stiffening of her
body, her ass clamping hard on his cock and then the feel of warm thick
fluid on his stomach. He responded by giving one last hard thrust and then
releasing his own load deep inside her ass while shouting incoherently into
the side of her neck.  He lost track of what was happening until both their
bodies stopped their spasms.  Sharon tightened her grip with her legs and
arms and began kissing his neck and face.  She mumbled as she did.

"Oh god, Bill. You're the best lover.  I've never had anyone like you
before."

From somewhere he managed to dredge up a response.

"It's all because of you.  I've never known someone like you."

They lay there like that for quite some time, reveling in the feel of each
others' bodies.  After a while, Sharon had Bill pullout and roll over on
his back.  She slipped off the bed, disappearing for few moments, and then
returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned him up.  Throwing the cloth
back into the bathroom she climbed back onto the bed and snuggled down at
Bill's side, draping one arm over his torso and her leg over both of his.
Her head rested on his upper chest, her blonde hair pressed against his
cheek.

Bill put one arm around her shoulder and the other rested on her thigh.
She began to trace the lines of six pack abs with a finger.  A few minutes
passed when she said,

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh, I was just considering two different ones, sorta going back and forth.
The one is just how incredibly amazing this weekend has been."

This comment got him a tight squeeze.

"The other one is how strange it's been."

This time she tensed up and said,

"How do you mean strange?"

"Well, unusual I'd guess.  I mean everything seemed to happen pretty fast.
It's only been about, what, twenty four hours or a bit more.  Of course,
with everything that has happened it seems like a lot more.  Especially
when you think of how comfortable it all feels already."

The tension started to ease from Sharon's body.

"I know some people might consider what were doing weird or unnatural, but
for me it feels so right.  That's kind of strange isn't it?"

"Like you said, some people might thing so," Sharon replied.

"And then there's the age difference.  I know it's not a big deal these
days and it's not like it's a lot.  I mean, I'm barely half way to nineteen
and you're, what, twenty seven, give or take a year?"

Sharon chuckled now and puller her head back so she could look at him.
Those beautiful eyes were sparkling and she smiled warmly.

"You want to try for thirty five?"

Bill's eyes popped wide open and he said,

"What?  There's no way you are thirty five.  That's impossible."

"You are just too sweet," she said and leaned down to kiss him lightly on
the lips.

"But it's true, I can show you the driver's license."

"Holy crap!  I was thinking you looked amazing for twenty seven.  For
thirty five you're unbelievable," he said.

"Does it change anything?" she asked quietly.

"Hell no," he replied adamantly.

"I'm glad.  I offered you a penny for your thoughts but how about a quarter
for this."

Then she shifted and pulled him onto his side facing her.  She pulled him
tight and began kissing him passionately again. Bill responded in kind and
soon they were wrapped in a cocoon of legs, arms, hands and lips.  Their
hips began to grind and blood began to flow.  After a while they came up
for air and Sharon said between heavy breaths,

"Oh my god, I love kissing you."

They lay on their sides, looking into each others eyes, only inches away
and she said,

"After you left last night I did a lot of thinking.  Being with you
reminded me of what I've been missing these last years being busy with my
work.  I decided I don't want to miss any more.  I know that you're busy
with school and your lawn business but I'd like to try and find the time to
be together, enjoying each other."

Bill looked into her eyes and for the first time saw what he thought was
uncertainty.  He blinked a bit and said,

"Really?  You want to keep doing this?  Us together and stuff?"

"Yes, I do."

"Wow.  I hoped that this wouldn't be just for the weekend but a regular
thing, yeah, of course."

She smiled brightly and that drew his lips like a moth to a flame, and just
as a hot.  After some more tongue kissing and grinding, he pushed her onto
her back and he began to explore her body.  Having eased her concerns,
Sharon just relaxed into the mattress and pillow and let Bill do as he
pleased.

And mostly what he did was to please her.  He kissed his way down her
throat, then down between her firm hard nippled breasts.  Then it was time
to pay attention to those nipples and he began to suck and lick them in
earnest.  He let a hand slide down her hard abs until he found her 'clitty'
and balls, both smooth and warm, and he began to play with them.  Sharon
was moaning now and reveling in the feel of just letting go and allowing
Bill to go where he wanted.

She trusted his instincts and so far they were proving to be pretty damned
good. After lavishing much attention on those tasty buds he licked his way
down her abs until his lips met with the dripping head of her 'clit'.
Without hesitation he opened his mouth and let his wet lips slide over the
slippery head as he fondled her balls.  With slurping sucks he slowly
worked his way down until he managed to get nearly all the six inches in
his mouth.

Then he began to move up and down, his tongue sliding along the shaft and
flicking the head when he reached the tip.  He also made sure that plenty
of saliva dropped down the shaft and running over her balls.  He let it
coat his finger and then began running it along the crease between her ass
cheeks, making sure to rub on the tight ring.

All this attention had her moaning louder and breathing heavily, her hips
squirming.  Her previously empty hands were now full of her own tits, her
fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples.  Bill picked up the pace of his
sucking but kept it to long strokes with his mouth as opposed to a lot of
short rapid ones.  Slower and longer was his preference and it seemed to
suit Sharon just fine, based on her response.

Her reactions were even more pronounced when he began playing with her
asshole with the wet tip of his finger.  When he began to push in she let
out a squeal.  This caused her to push with her hips, getting her cock
deeper into his mouth.  He then pressed home with his finger.  As the
second knuckle disappeared Sharon let out a wailing "Oh, Fuckkkkkk", and
came.

Bill hadn't planned what happened next but he was as caught up in the
moment as she was and he still had her cock firmly trapped in his mouth as
her orgasm struck. He caught the first spurt at the back of his throat
which caused him to back off, catching the remainder of her load on his
tongue.  The taste immediately reminded him of her, a little salty, a
little sweet.  He chose not to swallow it however and he held it in place,
until she began to calm down.  Then he crawled up her quivering body and
clamped his lips on hers, pushing the cum load into her mouth.

Sharon's eyes popped open when she tasted herself and then her arms and
legs wrapped around her young lover and she kissed him back fervently.
This went on for a while.  They had passed the cum back and forth a few
times and then swallowed. After a few more minutes of kissing she pushed
his head up and said,

"You are wickedly wonderful.  Give me a couple of minutes to catch my
breath and then we'll see if I can top that."

He smiled down at her and then shifted over so they were still tangled up
in each other but his full weight wasn't pinning to the mattress. They
settled into the mattress and each other, she stroking his hair, he running
his hand lightly over her torso. A thought occurred to him and he said,

"Sometime I'd like for you to tell me your story."

"My story?" she said, a bit of amusement in her tone.

"Yeah, how you got to be you," he replied.

"Why would you want to know all that?" she asked.

"It's just that you're such an amazing person.  I'd like to know what made
you, well, you," he said earnestly.

He could feel her shudder a bit and pull him tighter.  She said in a husky
voice,

"It's a long story.  Maybe a little at a time."

"That'll be okay.  I like the idea of it taking some time," he replied and
then leaned in to kiss her.

Instead of the passionate frenzied kisses of before, this time it was slow
and warm and soft.  When he pulled away she looked at him and said,

"Mmmmm, that was nice, baby.  Where ever did you learn to kiss like that?"

He blushed a bit and said,

"Um, from my cousin."

"Your cousin?" Sharon said with surprise.

"Well, not really.  She's more like a step half cousin or something, but I
spent a summer on the horse ranch the family has.  You know, riding
lessons, boarding other people's horses.  I was fifteen, she was almost
seventeen.  She said she wanted to practice.  Sometimes in the hay loft,
sometimes she snuck into my room at night."

"Just kissing?'" Sharon asked.

"Yeah, she made that pretty clear."

"Foolish girl.  She has no idea what she passed up," Sharon said with a
grin. "But I know exactly what I have and I want some right now.  And I
want you to do something special for me, sweetie."

"Um, okay.  This doesn't involved ropes and chains, does it?" Bill asked.

Sharon giggled and replied,

"No, silly. That's for next week."

Bill's eyes went wide and she laughed more openly.

"No, baby.  I don't go for that sort of thing but I do want you to stand up
on the bed."

"Stand up?"

"Yes.  I spend a lot of time standing over people telling me what to do.
You saw some of that today, right?" she asked.

"Yes, you're a lot different in the gym."

"I have to be.  Plus it helps prevent people from getting funny ideas," she
said. "But sometimes I like to be the one being told what to do.  Nothing
crazy, just someone standing over me, directing, you know?"

Bill saw that look again, uncertain, hopeful, vulnerable.  He knew he
wanted to do this, not to be in control, but to giver her what she wanted
and needed. With a wolfish grin he said,

"Yes, I do know and I think it's time you suck a real man's cock," and he
began to pull away from her.

"Oh, yes, sir," she said with a smile and her eyes bright.

Bill rose up and pulled Sharon to a kneeling position.  He took a slightly
wide stance, the muscles in his legs standing out, his eight inch cock at
full erection, his balls hanging below.  Sharon eyed him hungrily.

"You want that cock, don't you," he asked.

"Oh, yes, more than anything," she breathed.

"You may have it, as long as you treat it right," Bill replied firmly.

"Oh, yes," she cooed, "I love your cock."

She reached out and ran her hands up and down the front of his thighs,
feeling the individual hard knots of muscle.  She brought her head in and
began to lick and nuzzle his balls.  Bill loomed over her, his hands
running over her tussled mane of blonde hair gently but firmly, pulling her
head to him as he ground his hips a bit.

The sounds coming from her throat began to sound like a cat purring and as
she began to lick his cock shaft her hands slipped around to the backs of
his legs and then up to his rock hard ass.

As she let her eyes sweep up the front of his torso to his face, the head
of his cock slipped between her lips.  She thought it was like she was the
sexual servant of a young Greek god.  This thought sent a quiver straight
down to her own cock and balls, which started to leak heavily.  Her warm
wet lips slipped over the large head and her hands pulled on his ass to
force more into her mouth.

She was taking in as much as she could, leaving perhaps two or three inches
exposed.  Her fingers gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She
began to tease his asshole with the tips of her fingers.  She heard him
groan and saw his head tilt back with pleasure but she went no further.
This wasn't the time to try that.  She simply wanted to service his
gorgeous cock and taste his cum, to giver herself to him, as she had
fantasized since the first time she had seen him shirtless, mowing a
neighbor's lawn.

She reveled in the feel of his hands on her head, gently but deliberately
guiding the pace of her sucking.  Her body was tingling with energy,
trembling with lust and throbbing with anticipation. She lost all sense of
time so when she felt her lover begin to tense she braced herself for what
was to come.  First she heard him growl, his grip tighten and his ass
cheeks clench, pinching her fingers.  Then with a low, "Fuck yeahhhhh," his
hips jerked and she took the first spurt of his load and the next and the
next.  His cum lacked the sweetness of hers, more salty and musky, more
masculine.  To her surprise and delight she felt her own balls tighten and
she fired off a few small spurts of her own.  Not since her first few wet
dreams had she cum without touching her 'clit'.  When she felt his own
orgasm subside she slid her lips back off his cock, her mouth holding his
hot load.  He looked down at her, his eyes intent, hers glowing.  With one
hand still holding the back of her head, he bent his knees a bit and then
leaned down and pressed his open mouth to hers.  She pushed her cum
burdened tongue forward a bit and he moved his more aggressively. As
before, they traded back and forth a few times and then swallowed.  After a
bit more lip and tongue grinding they pulled apart and Bill stood upright
again.

She reached around and hugged him to her, her head pressed against his
stomach. Bill ran his fingers through her silky hair and said,

"Is that what you had in mind?"

"Oh yes, and so much more. You were magnificent," she said, looking up at
him.

"Good, I'm glad.  I want you to have whatever you desire," he said and then
his smile shifted back to that slightly amazed look he usually wore around
her. "And now I'm going to lie down before my legs give out and I fall
down."

With that said he slowly collapsed onto the bed, and as if a spell had been
broken Sharon jumped on him, pinning him with her full weight as they
kissed and grappled and groped, before settling into each others arms, and
drifting off for a nap.