Me Again

ME AGAIN The outfit for the evening as I laid it out on the bed before my shower, camisole dress, thigh high nylons, g string and oh, shoes too. We?d been in the lifestyle for several years; at first, when Jake brought the idea of my taking other guys into the conversation, I was hurt a bit and very skeptical. As we ?experimented? and he kept his cock in his pants I warmed up to the idea. We had such great sex together following an ?outing? that having another guys cock in me become just such a hot thing I couldn?t say no; and , that was Jakes? plan, not mine. He told me very early into the thing that he wanted to turn me into a full nympho. He worked hard at it. If we were going out, or I was going out, dress code was camisole dress, bare back, g string and not much else. Very shortly I got to like the feel of ?skimpy? and many guys got the feel of it too. I pulled some nice flats from the closet and went to the shower. I?d been waxed the day before? another piece of it I guess. The place I go to get waxed is owned by two gay guys; really nice guys and lots of laughs. I think many of the women that go there let their husbands know that ?gay guys? own the place ? what I bet is they don?t tell their ever lovins? is that the guy that does the waxing is anything but gay. He has such a wonderful way of making the ?ouch? go away. You really don?t realize he is inside you until he starts stroking.. but oh my, it is not long before you know this is a one of a kind and very enjoyable waxing. The feeling is very much like velvet on mink and he doesn?t give up until your are completely done. He is one of the few guys that fucks me anyplace he wants too, in my ass, in my pussy, he can fuck me anywhere he wants to when he feels like it other than Jake. Jake knows about the ?wax man? and insists I go once a month at least. Anyway, I digress.. I guess.. I pulled the stockings up, slipped on the g and pulled the dress down over my head. Finishing up with a fix on the hair and some perfume on my neck, a bit on the inside of my thighs (just in case) it was time to go on down to ?The Roger? to see what was up. This was Friday; our ?game plan?, was that we would meet at one of the chosen watering holes after Jake got out of the office around 11:30 or 12:30 I would go in to the bar some time before Jake got there. Normally, by the time Jake got there, somebody would be ?hitting? on me. Jakes? all time favorite thing was to sit very close to where I was and enjoy the view of a guy ?seducing? me over the course of the evening. Sometimes Jake got a voyeurs perspective of a stranger feeling me up at the bar, other times he got a look at me going out the door with another guy, hand cupping my ass on the way to a room in the adjoining hotel. Jake would have a couple of drinks at the bar, and very soon thereafter I would come back to the bar with sticky thighs, maybe the hair not so neat, but really warmed up for a nice night of sex with my husband. Often, he was so ?spiked? we could barely finish a cocktail or two before racing back to the house so he could enjoy my really sloppy pussy. I have regular guys that come over, but mostly Jake doesn?t get the option of ?watching? the foreplay or the fucking because we feel that it?s better the guys don?t know that Jake knows. They call, Jake goes to the local tavern, I get my pussy worked over and when the ?guests? leave, I call Jake on the cell and he comes home to find his freshly fucked bride, wet thighs and all, waiting for him. Jake and I do many ?play situations? : ?car broken down on the side of the road? ?new car test drive? well anyway suffice to say we are open to new adventures. I would not be worth reading if I didn?t offer a side to the gals that may read these things at the urging of their husbands. ( Jake picks a ?feature Story of Swing Life Style? prints it and leaves it on the counter for me to read ? normally just before we are heading out for an ?adventure?) I will interject this honest truth to the gals that might be reading this.. It was at Jakes? insistence that I wear slinky stuff anytime I go anywhere. Well, except for work, I am in a very conservative environment at work ( you wouldn?t recognize me) Going grocery shopping in a flimsy camisole and g string can be a very erotic experience and puts the frozen food section in a whole different perspective. Wearing as little as what I wear now, causes me to be very self conscience all the time and I?m not sure that it isn?t a good thing. You need to be careful about how you walk and how you bend. You need to be concerned about how you reach for things on upper shelves and there is always the constant sensation of the string on your ass and the feel of the fabric on your tits with every move. Jake loves the look and I have to say I have come around to really liking the effect and the feel. The combination of it all causes me to feel very sensual and extremely vulnerable even when shopping for celery. While I have this forum, forgive me, but I need to vent / or advise. For those guys out there that feel the ultimate sexual experience is to seduce and fuck a woman only to ?pull out? at the last second and cum all over your lovers back, face or breasts have been isolated too long watching porn movies ! That is not where your head should be.. If I think enough of a guy to let him fuck me, I want his cum in me. I want to feel his cum seeping from me as I lay there taking in the experience. I want the feeling of the guy getting off inside of me. If he does it well, he can do it again as he wishes but the only place I?ve seen that sort of ?pull out and cum all over your mate? is in the movies. Having to wipe ?goo? off my back or my tits is not a turn on. So, there. O.k. off my soap box I got in the car and headed toward our favorite gin joint; feeling really sexy and enjoying those tingles that come when you are walking into something really hot. I stepped inside the bar, it was busy as usual; early as it was, there were bunches of folks at the bar and the band hadn?t even started yet. I had at least three hours before Jake would sunder in, so, as always, I started with a soft drink. I don?t think it was more than a few minutes when a really nice looking guy sat next to me at the bar and very quickly started up a conversation with me. I thought he was very nice from the start and I knew that the evening had some potential. By the time that the band showed up and started getting the equipment in place Jerry had ?clandestinely? slipped his bar stool closer to mine and was stroking my arm to extenuate his conversational points. The first, and sometimes the second set are always slow tunes due to the dinner crowd within earshot of the bar. Jerry and I danced several numbers together during the first set. I think it was probably four dances or so. Very polite, very gentlemanly very ? oh shucks this isn?t going to work out, this guy is too tame and I was starting to look around for other likely ?suspects? because I was not only really horny, I wanted someone with me to put on a show for Jake when he walked in later. I shouldn?t have been concerned. The next dance in the set Jerry dropped his hand from my waist to my ass and I knew the game was on. Two dances later, when we again sat down Jerry placed his hand on my thigh during a break, when I didn?t squirm or move away at all, he continued to slip his hand up my thigh. He reached the top of my thigh high nylons feeling my bare skin under his touch and it was ?open season? and I let my legs part just a bit more. We didn?t dance the next few numbers as he fingered me beneath my g string. Just enough, and with a very sensual touch. I was wet with anticipation before I sat down, Jerry quickly elevated my arousal making me even wetter. My thoughts at that point were slanted towards keeping things somewhat static until Jake would show up so he could enjoy the show since it was very obvious for anyone watching that.. well, you know. About the time that I was going to have to dissuade Jerry from fingering me further (at least until later) another guy sauntered over and sat on a stool immediately to my right. He (Andy) and Jerry knew each other and after introductions etc, etc, we became three instead of two. I honestly thought that Jerry, knowing he was on to a ?probable? for the evening , would blow Andy off ( working out quite well because by then, I figured Jake would be there) but Andy just ?melded? into the picture. I danced a couple of dances with Andy, alternating between dances with Jerry. I was kind of looking forward to getting back to the part where Jerry was relentlessly fingering me at the bar. Andy, however, had a completely different agenda and the second dance with him his hands found their way to my ass ( and, of course, he knew right away I was a g string away from being nude). I guess, we sat back at the bar shortly after the second dance and Jerry returned his hand (and fingers) to my upper thigh shortly followed by Andys? hand, high up on my other leg. Well, this was turning into a very interesting evening and I was really getting turned on. Andy wasn?t the really good looking, stone cut guy that Jerry was, but he had a quick sense of humor and I liked the way he slipped his hand up to my pussy in a ?no nonsense, been here before? fashion. I now had two pinky fingers working my clit in unison at the bar.. and as many drinks as I could suck up paid for,,, what else can a girl hope for (other than she hopes her husband shows up really soon to catch this action). It turned out that both Andy and Jerry, along with a couple of other guys that drifted by a couple of times, were ?tailgaters? ?parking lot partiers? that went to most of the home games together, I guess for years. Andy owned the motor home, the other guys did the grill thing and I guess Jerry bought the beer. Jerry took me over to the dance floor again; he really moved very well and I was imagining that he probably had some good moves in bed as well. His hands well all over me and towards the end of the dance we kissed and my pussy tingled as his tongue explored my mouth. I couldn?t help it, my hand found the bulge in his pants as we stood kissing in the middle of the floor. When we returned to the bar Andy stood up without saying anything, handed me my purse, took my hand and led me out of the bar and into the cool evening air. The motor home was old, it looked like a shoe box on wheels, I remember my Uncle having one that looked just the same when I was in my teens (and that was some time ago). Andy reached for the door and said something like ?Welcome to The Place? . He helped me step up and into the coach following me in. The smell of the coach was a combination of stale beer, old gym shoes and barbecue sauce with a few cigars thrown in. It was dark inside (probably just as well if the place looked like it smelled) lit only be the parking lot lights outside. He sort of guided me in front of him to the bedroom which was two steps away. Standing behind be he kissed my neck (something that really turns up my furnace). Slipping my dress over my shoulders, letting it fall around my feet, he reached from behind and cupped my breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples which were already at full attention and sensitive. Then he turned my around and pushed me back onto the bed. He knelt on the edge of the bed and kissed me (very well I might add). He licked and kissed my neck then my tits tracing a line with his tongue across my stomach and removing my g string as his tongue found my pussy. Oh this was nice, very nice. He stopped working my pussy long enough to ask ?So who?s the better kisser, me or Jerry? ? I said ?we?ll have to see I guess? and his tongue penetrated my again and again. It?s really difficult for me to climax the first time with new guys. I guess it takes a couple of times to get relaxed enough to really get into it but Andy was bringing me very, very close to the edge with his wonderful tongue. He slipped his finger into me going for my g spot while keeping his tongue holding my attention. Andy stopped working my pussy and moved up between my legs, loosing his pants in the motion (smooth). He held himself above me and kissed me as I reached for his cock to guide it to my wanting pussy. For some minutes he teased me, slipping the head of his cock into me and pulling out again only to slip into me again but not a full penetration. I was so close, I started to see those little ?star bursts? on the periphery of my vision. I held his hips as he played with me and I urged him to penetrate me to the fullest. I remained poised on the brink of a great climax that I was desperate to feel. Teasing is fine but too much gets the mood eschew, I finally told him that I wanted him deep inside of me and he acquiesced. He really rated very well as a lover. He was inside of me for a long time by standard , 20 minutes or so of sustained fucking. I finally did the ?girl thing? and faked a major climax which caused Andy to just explode inside of me. I can say that I really enjoyed (and still enjoy Andy?s sex play- now I get off frequently with him). He pumped hard into me and I could feel his spasms as cum spurt found my vagina walls. A year earlier, Jake and I were in Jamaica and ran into a guy from Florida. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, we were back in the room with the guy just filling my pussy with hot cum. I have never had so much cum pumped into me from one guy ever. That really wasn?t a threesome by definition, I went to the room with the guy ahead of Jake and by the time Jake sauntered in the Florida native was filling his wife with a huge amount of cum. Andy was like that ( well, is like that) when he cums in me it is in huge quantities, I guess some guys are like that. Anyway, Andy was still pumping me full of his cum when I felt the coach rock a bit with someone one the step opening the door. I knew, as I walked out the door of the bar with Andy, that Jerry would not be far behind and I really enjoyed the idea. Jerry would have been my first choice but since Andy called the hand, well, I was looking to a big finale with Jerry. I still had at least an hour or so before Jake would even get off of work, This could end up being a really HOT night. Andy kissed me as he withdrew his cock from my sopping pussy . He stood, fumbled for his pants in the dark and went in the other (room?) leaving me on my back with a large wet spot on the bed and fresh warm cum running out of me. I don?t recall Andy saying anything as he zipped up, nothing like ?great fuck? , ?best ever?? nothing? He went into the other part of the motor home ( I think probably in the passenger seat) and I heard him open a beer. That was about the time that Jerry walked in and without much in the way of foreplay, fed his cock into my pussy. I actually felt that I was going to go over the edge despite his rather poor attempt at sensual interplay ( and in latter ?happenings? he has gotten me off several times) but that night, the effort wasn?t there or the booze got in the way? don?t know. Jerry pumped his cock into me only for a few minutes; he went really rigid and started pumping his cum into me. Something that put a sort of edge on the whole thing was that I could hear Andy talking to somebody else up front and that kind of ruined what might well have been a good fuck. I knew I was in a not so good place, when Jerry pulled his cock out of me I sat up on the bed and felt around for my purse and dress. Almost as soon as Jerry left, another guy came in. He was at least two hundred pounds and maybe more. I got up from the bed and made a motion to get the rest of my stuff gathered up at which point he grabbed me and put a sloppy kiss across my face. He found my pussy with his fingers and penetrated me as he held me there. I knew I was in trouble. He turned me around and pushed to the bed in a sort of kneeling position. He put one hand on my back to hold me against the mattress and fingered my pussy with the other. I could hear Jerry and Andy in front, they were probably watching the whole thing, I never did get a straight story from either of them. Anyway, ?Beer Gut,?BG? for short continued to finger fuck me as I lay over the edge of the bed. I know that the other guys could hear / or see what was going on ? but it just kept going on. BG managed to extract his cock from his plus sized pants and feed it into my pussy. I put my hands back there to ward him off but he just kept up stabbing my pussy with his dick. He pulled out and shoved his cock into my ass. It hurt, not just hurt , he penetrated me to hurt me and he drove into me hard. Jake takes me in the ass as a diversion from regular sex, he is the best at anal sex. He plays with my clit, he takes a great deal of time, he is very smooth and absolutely exquisite. I can?t think of a time, even newly married, that he didn?t get me off in a strong climax with anal penetration. One of the guys that I see on a regular basis is also really, really good at anal sex (well so is my ?wax man? ) but it does take patience to get it right. This was neither right nor sexy, it was rape. All the time that I was struggling with this over stuffed bozo, I knew that the other guys were less than ten feet away. I could hear beer cans popping and worse, the occasional chuckle or comment coming from the front of the coach. I think that the only thing that stopped me from getting really hurt from the jerk was his beer gut which limited the amount of cock he could force into me. He kept saying ? You feel my cock in you ?? ?How does it feel? ?You want more cock don?t you?? etc etc I didn?t respond at all first which caused him to be even more aggressive; finally I said ? yes! I feel it, you?re hurting me, get off!? He plopped on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his hot beer breath on my neck as he kept banging my ass. He knew he was hurting me and I knew he was enjoying it. I was so pissed I just turned my head away from his hot breath and started to sob into the mattress hoping I could get out of there soon. Fortunately his lack of style and etiquette was surpassed by his lack of staying power and he started to cum in me. A side note I guess; I?ve had many guys cum in my ass, mostly Jake, but, at least for me, I almost never feel the guy actually shooting cum into me. I know they are getting off because of their body language. Unlike my pussy, where I can feel the spasms of cum shooting into me, I don?t have that sensation in my ass. Maybe some gals do, but I don?t. This was different; when beer gut started to cum in me I could feel his cum like a fire hose. He kept pumping cum in me until I thought it was some sort of illusion. Each thrust of his cock was followed by another gush of hot cum. Hard and fast as though it was being pumped into me by some sort of mechanical thing. When he finally pulled out of me a flood of cum followed his cock. I was already covered in cum from my saturated pussy and this bozo added to a big puddle between my legs. I stayed where I was, face down on the mattress and I heard Beer Gut pull his over sized pants up and leave the motor home. ( When he stepped out, the whole thing rocked back and forth). I felt around in the dark for my dress and my shoes. Found the dress, not the shoes. About the time I was getting up to scramble out of there, Jerry came back with a damp cloth or towel and offered to help me clean up. By that time, the damage was done. I had cum leaking from everywhere and I was really pissed. I grabbed the towel and wiped off as best I could, at that point, I just wanted out of there. I went to my car, Jerry or Andy ( don?t remember who it was) in hot pursuit. Missing my shoes and my ?G?, I was so pissed I wanted as much territory between me and the motor home as I could make. I got in my car, drove out of the parking lot and realized ( or felt) I was leaking on the seat. I pulled over and got a towel from the trunk to sit on while I drove the rest of the way home. Before I got to the house, Jake called me from the ?Roger? wondering where I was. I said (and Jake will remember this one because he was a little miffed) that I was running late and had to clean up ( well, I guess he knows why now). Anyway ? I told Jake I wanted to go to the ?Lemon Drop? for a change ( a small place we went to about every other week. Jake said o.k but thought the ?pickin?s? were really hot at the ?Roger? (little did he know). About the last thing I wanted was to walk back in there. The next to the last thing I wanted was to be touched by another man. The last thing I wanted to do was walk back in there at that point. But, well, guess I owed Jake a good night out. Certainly wasn?t his fault that I compromised myself like I had. Anyway, I ran upstairs, jumped in the shower and cleaned up as best that I could. A new dress, new shoes and a string got me back out the door in a few minutes and back in the car headed for the ?Lemon Drop?. As I was driving I could feel cum leaking from me and when I gat to the Lemon Drop, the first stop was the Ladies to clean up a bit more. When I did get to the bar, I sat at the end closest to the waitress station and looked across the bar to find Jake watching me. He winked and sent a drink in my direction. I lifted the glass to him and winked, the game was on. I really was out of the mood; my legs were cramped and I still felt a little nauseous from beer gut slamming into me but the drink was good, the music wasn?t too loud and I really loved it when I knew Jake was watching with anticipation (and probably a hard on) from the other end of the bar. A kiss on the back of my neck startled me. Kind of jumping out of me seat, I turned to find Barry. He sat next to me, promptly ordered us a couple of drinks and slipped his hand under my dress (I?m not sure in what order). I don?t think the drinks got there before his fingers did. As he played with my overly sensitive pussy I relaxed a bit. Glancing toward Jake, he shot me one of those ?So??? looks. I had been with Barry lots of times, 30 or more (probably many more). About a year before, Barry had invited me to Vegas with him. He knows (knew) I am married) what he didn?t know and still doesn?t know is that 99% of the time he and I are at the bar (or walking out together from the bar) my husband is within a few feet of us. Anyway, he was going to a computer show in Vegas and invited me along. I was really surprised when Jake agreed? kind of out of the regular play time. We got to Vegas on a Friday afternoon, Barry had a really nice room for us; the first couple of hours in the room, Barry fucked me a couple of times (nice, but not really his normal ). We went down to dinner and wandered around a bit and were back in the room shortly after and I spent most of the rest of my first night there on my back / or stomach (actually he took me many different ways and I enjoyed them all) But this night, it was just fine to feel a familiar touch. We danced a couple of slow tunes, Barry doing his all time best to warm me up, me doing my all time best to forget what just happened to me and get into the play of the evening. I did my best to keep eye contact with Jake as Barry fingered me on the dance floor and at the bar. It wasn?t long before Barry motioned to the door and I got up and walked with him to the door. I squeezed Jake?s leg as I walked by and he put his hand on my ass as I headed for the door. Barry lived in the apartments not 200 feet from the door of the Lemon Drop ( I could almost get there blind folded. Jake liked me seeing Barry because he left me really, really soaked with cum. (Jake likes ?seconds? a lot.) Most of the time when I came home from Barrys? my panties were soaked and my pussy was leaking. We weren?t inside Barrys? place more than a few feet he had my dress off and was fingering me like there was no tomorrow. He got me on the bed and began to tongue his way to my pussy; I didn?t think that was fair because I knew I was still full from the other guys so I did the ?I want to have you in me now? thing which never fails. Not long after he started rubbing his cock against my pussy I enjoyed one of those text book, knock your socks off orgasms that is not in the dictionary type experiences. Probably due to extensive workout my pussy had been subject to earlier. When he started to cum in me it was so relaxing; it was nice. When he pulled out of me, I turned over and offered him my ass as a secondary adventure. I did not let guys fuck me in the ass as a regular thing. Barry had been inside of me as much as anyone (well,accept for Jake) but I had never let him take me there. That night, I think I just wanted to erase the bad things that had happened earlier and just start over. I was banged up and still hurting from my earlier experience with ?beer gut? but as Barry pressed his cock slowly into my ass, he was very gentle and took his time I actually enjoyed very much the feel of his cock entering my ass. I push back into him a bit as he began to stroke his cock deeper into me. When he tensed and started to cum in me he grabbed my hips and pressed his cock really deep into my ass. He kissed me softly all over as he withdrew and as he did, we cuddled for a while and soon enough he was snoozing. I gentle extricated myself from him, slipped on my dress, found my shoes in the dark and shinnied out the front door. Closing the door behind me my legs were trembling a little, feeling as though I?d been riding an oversized horse all day (I guess ?beer gut? would qualify as a horse?no, he was an ass). That familiar feeling of been well used enveloped me again, right down to the little butterflies in my tummy. This was a ?good? used feeling unlike the used feeling I felt stepping out of the motor home earlier. Jakes truck was gone from the bar; by now he?d be home waiting on his freshly fucked nympho to return. Good thing I left the towel on the front seat of my car, by the time I walked back from Barry?s the inside of my thighs were a wet sticky mess. Jake was waiting for me with a big kiss, my favorite cocktail and, as always, he was hungry for details. I was very close to telling Jake about the earlier part of the evening ?activities? but I would have ended up telling him about the pig that raped me. Then Jake would have gotten all wound up and would have gone hunting for beer gut and so on. He slipped his hand between my legs and I grabbed his cock as he fingered me. ?My, my, he did a number on you didn?t he?? Jake queried, while searching for my G spot. I have forgotten how he took me or where he took me, I did tell him that Barry had fucked me in the ass. At some point Jake bent me over the counter and put a load of cum in me that was amazing. Later that night, we?d finally gone to bed, Jake made wonderful love to me as he always does. Makes my toes tingle I love him so much. I should have told him about the earlier part of the evening but laying there in his arms enjoying the after glow of some fantastic sex (ala Jake) I lost my nerve. It was just one of those things better left unsaid at that point I think. Monday morning, I had to wear long sleeves and pants to work due to the bruises on the inside of my thighs and my arms; thank you ?beer gut?. So What Is A Great Story Without An Epilogue? I think, before most of the bruises disappeared, I was in the paper looking for the date of the next home game. Always two, more times three and sometimes more (a couple of times, several more). I never saw beer gut again after the first episode; nor do I ever want to see him again. Both Jerry and Andy have ?had me? several times during the past year while Jake was there ( at the bar) (Jake didn?t know that the guys that were fingering me at the bar had already cum in me at least once that night) so when I walked out with them Jake thought it was a ?new? thing. This is where Jake is going to know that it is me writing this Several weeks after the home game thing became ?routine? Jake ? I know you remember the night I was escorted out of the front door by what you still call ?The Pack?? At this point, you need to know, all three of them had already cum in me at least once before that night and, as I walked past you on my way out to the door with the three guys, it was not my first ?exit? with them that night. I remember you waited in your truck , you even pulled it very close to the motor home; you saw them take me into. I saw you there; I got a glimpse or two from the bedroom window of the motor home as I took their shafts one by one and they filled me with cum, I could see you there, in the darkened truck, not more than a few feet away from me. What were you thinking, sulking in your truck while you knew I was being gang banged by several guys. I probably had more cock in me that night than the number of cigarettes you smoked in the darkness. I remember that Jerry turned me over and pushed into me doggy style ? every time he drove into me I could look out the window, under the curtains and see your silhouette in the darkened truck, sometimes, the glow of your cigarette lit up your features as I was used again and again. A couple of hours latter as I stepped out of the motor home, I walked right past your drivers side window, two of the guys had to help me because my legs were so weak. At the time, you thought that was ?So extravagant? ? Sooo HOT?. Those were the same guys (?The Pack?) that were using me for months.. you should have seen some of the other nights when I really couldn?t walk I wish so much now that I had told you then but it was (and still is) such a hot adventure and I had passed the point of ?innocence? So, What do you think of me now? I guess you have read far enough to know it?s me JD? My way of saying I love you more than I can say. I remember well, the first guy: (it was my ?Birthday Present?) you sat in a chair and watched as he fucked me over and over. I cried for a long time after that, thinking you were trying to ?expand? our relationship to include other women too. I don?t know how many ?adventures? it took to convince me that you were being honest. How many different guys have cum in me over these four years? I stopped counting at 70 and that was two years ago. You got me into ?thigh high? nylons (kind of uncomfortable but so are the G strings I wear for you). Nothing is ?skimpy? enough for you ( some of the stuff you have me wear should be illegal) All those nights you sat close to me at the bar watching other guys feel me Sipping your Scotch as I walked out with another guy (or sometimes several ) You mandated that I ?maintain ? a ?stable? of regular guys ( and, I know about the cameras in the bedroom )? sometime you?ll have to share the CDs? with me? So many times, as I?ve walked out the door with another guy, you knew where I was going, I Love you. So, yes, I guess, through much work on your part, you have created a true slut wife (actually I guess it would be more accurate to label me a nympho) Partly in retribution for ?past sins? but mostly because I love you.. and for your Birthday present?. I will do the Jamaica trip? I assume you are one of the eight guys? As you requested, ?No? will not be in my vocabulary and I will not wear anything but the bare minimum. I love you JD ? don?t change, I can?t Cindy 3011 1.15/512345