<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Desiree's words had caught him off guard, somewhat unexpected.  He couldn't help but to find amusement in that moment, letting a low chuckle to escape his lips.  “That we did.” He said, nodding in some amusement.  “That we did.”<br/><br/>It was something he had to tell himself again in his mind.  He fucked Desiree.  How often had he thought of doing that?  How many times had he considered that fantasy in the depths of his mind?  A part of him thought he should feel guilty doing what he did, as if he had violated an unspoken rule among men about messing around with the exes of their friends.<br/><br/>But in that moment, Jake didn't feel shame at all.  In a way, he felt like one of the luckiest guys in the world.  It was nothing, he told himself.  Nothing but a casual fling between two people.  That's what it was, right?<br/><br/>He splashed a little bit of water upon his face, cooling himself down from the heat that had risen in the waters being so close to her.  Jake hoisted himself up the wall of the pool, sitting upon the edge with his feet in the water, and cock deflating to a semirigid state, with no urge to get dressed so soon.<br/><br/>“Not bad, Miss Desi.” Jake said, a part of him wishing he had a cigarette as he reached for the bottle.  “Not bad at all.”