”“And me?”“What did you say? I have no claims on you. I’ve sort of blocked Sophia, I guess.”“Yes, but that was for me, not for her. She ...as helping comfort me, if you will, but to be honest, I’m getting that from you, too.”“Jesus!” Sandy gasped. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”“What? You thought this was some kind of put-on? I didn’t bring it up on a lark.”“No, obviously, but it wasn’t just hypothetical. You really feel that way about me.”“I’m as surprised as you are.”“I’m not sure how I feel. You will then be transported back here." He followed up by giving the same spiel to Wendy. One thing about Mr. Choi: he didn't aspire to the "ladies first" doctrine."Do you have any final questions?" he asked me when he was finished."No, boss," I replied sarcastically, and we were on our way.Envelopes in hand, Wendy and I entered the local government office. Now, I was completely lost; I was reliant on Wendy to be my guide. Mindful of the directive that we comport ourselves as lovers, Wendy was. In fact I’ve fantasized as far back as my mid-teens and the feelings have only gotten stronger over the years. I’ve been on gay chats and dating/sex sites and chatted to guys and even met up with 2 or 3 but never gone through with anything. The guy went his way and I went mine and then later on we caught up again and he was intensely chatting to another guy as well. Seemed to be a bit of flirting and looked like I had missed my opportunity. The girls left one by one and said goodbye to her. Her movement, however, causes her to touch him, and sensing in her sleep the warmth of his body, she curls herself back into him, and he matches the curl of her body revelling in the touch.They have never worn nightclothes, so the touch of their flesh brings her awake, while he somehow holds back his primal desire to ravage her, to allow her to surface and enjoy what is to come. As their bodies touch, she wriggles her bottom hard into his crotch, his hard erect penis pushed up against his.