She likes Karen, and she likes my parents, but the oil and water don’t mix and it doesn’t help the food taste too good. Karen and I started spendi...g more time together. We were getting to know each other better. And then on one particular night she came over to my place. We mixed up a big pitcher of mai tais and sat on the sofa with the stereo playing softly, and soon the conversation was flowing and getting a little looser with each sip.She was very easy to talk to; it felt natural to both of. She took me in her mouthshe moaned for meshe articulated:told me how much she wanted itmy cockthe sexall of it.Did we talk about it? Eventually.It went for almost three years, we had to talk about it.But I don't remember the first time.What we said.Except telling her that she didn't have toand she couldn't tellbut she didn't have tobut I wanted her tobut she couldn't tell.Sometimes I wanted to threaten herthinking about what could happen to me --what people would saymy BROTHERhis WIFEChrist,. I got up and walked back to the restroom. I went into the stall and took out my cock and begin stroking. I was startled when I heard a light tapping on the stall door. I immediately stopped stroking and said, “Who is there?” A low voice said, “Let me in, please.” Not knowing what to do, I asked, “Who are you and what do you want?” “I just want to suck your cock,” He replied. Slowly I opened the stall door and saw the young man. He quickly entered, dropped to his knees, and took my cock. I caught up and started running beside her on her right.“So Connie, you’ve started your marathon training already, I see!” I said.She was startled and looked over at me and laughed.“Oh, Will!” she said, “I didn’t see you come up. But uh, no, just out for a jog.”We chatted as we ran together for a couple miles. She asked me if Helen and I had had a good time when we went out the other night.“Oh, sure,” I said. “We spent the night catching up and reminiscing and laughing about it all.”“So you.