We nodded yes. Take off your nighties and jump up on my bed. We looked at each other for a second, then we both grinned and pulled our nighties over o...r head and dropped them on the floor. Grandpa turned on the lamp beside his bed. You saw me stroking my cock up and down with my hand. I want you to take turns doing that and pretty soon my cock will come for you. I asked, Who goes first? Grandpa did einee meanie minie moe and I won. I giggled and put my hand around his cock. My hand would not go. ”“She’s a slut,” said Rachel, shaking her head.“Maybe, but so are you.”“Reformed. This is it up ahead.”He had turned on the road on the north side of Washington Square Park, since he heard her hotel was right on it. It was.“Want to come in?”“No.”“Afraid?”“Don’t want to have to park.”“Good excuse.”“Yep.”He had to circle around a few times, not having that Manhattan mentality of double parking. By the time he saw her with her luggage in front of the hotel, he could tell she was worried. Popping. In essence, we each felt every single emotion of those around us vividly. oOo Someone was near, that much I knew. And they were lost in the throes of passion. Fucking, I thought as I cried out again, lust burning through my brain, translating into physical sensations. For a moment I felt violated, but only for a moment. It had been so long since I had felt anything as pure and uplifting as this. My instinct had been to seek them out and put a stop to what they were doing. That had been my. .. maybe. I haven't had anything to eat yet. How about eight?" Fine, see you then," she said, sounding very upbeat. I had a hunch she had a good offer. That would suit me just fine.I walked to a little bistro that was across the road and up a block. I took a chance I could get a seat and I was lucky. Usually the place was pretty busy after six o'clock, even on a weeknight. I ordered a glass of red wine and the house special that evening. I was in a good mood. My first days away from the office.