Henderson.”“But what about my wife? Listen the drugs aren’t mine. My neighbor, Tony Monassario, planted them there”“And why would he do that...Mr. Henderson?”“To uh...” I couldn’t think of a reason. My mind seemed foggy. Then I remembered. “He has my wife. You’ve got to get her away from him.” I think that I saw him smirk.I took him a minute to respond. “Alright, I’ll have my partner stop by Mr. Monassario’s house and inquire about your wife. In the meantime, I need to take your. Since there were only 2 urinals I went beside him. The great thing being nude and at a urinal is you don’t have to go digging in your pants to get your penis out, you just move in closer. As I was about to turn the tap on Buddy reached over and wrapped his hand around my penis and directed the stream into the urinal. I reciprocated and grabbed his penis to direct his stream. I shook his penis when he finished, then bent down and licked him clean. Buddy asked if I wanted to go to his place for. While my body acquired new femininity every day, we were intent at livingour love story. We kissed and slept together, but did not have sex. Wewere content with sleeping in each other's arms and exchanging affectionand tenderness. But deep down I knew a real man can't go for very longwithout imposing his sexuality on his woman. The time came when, at theend of the month, one night he slid his hand down to my crotch and startedcaressing my sex gently. A surge of arousal swept through my body. Stephan doesn't mind though, he's not the type for crowds anyway and this way it should be easier to follow the signs to the dorm rooms. 4th floor, room 4.69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69..