” I must admit this guy has it pretty accurate. He seems to know of my extra curricular activities. A multitude of thoughts runs through my brain. C...n he really see me fucking my pussy as I chat on my computer, or when one of my dates calls me? Does he have my phone tapped? Does he know about the phone sex, with my male and female lovers? How hot I get when we describe how we are touching ourselves or what we want to do to each other, until we both cum so hard that we are breathless? Does he. I found my friends, and went to talk to them while he texted his friend who left him earlier. As I was talking to one friend I noticed an attractive guy pointing to me and asking his friend, "what about her" and he did one of those cheesy dance moves where you pretend to be fishing and I was apparently the fish. I just looked at him, not sure how to react, since I was already sort of 'hooked' by David. He didn't seem to notice and I am not one for commitments, so as the guy came over to talk to. And also the hardest to arrange.With that in mind, I rode my trike to the local hometown radio shack type store. I figured I would need one eventually for the business, so I bought the small audio/video recording studio, in a shoe box. Literally, it was housed in a shoe box disguised package.It was a modular unit. Home base was the recording unit itself. It either ran on the car's battery system, an ac adapter, or a self contained battery for short term use. The recording unit could pick up the. She looked over at Arnie to find him clean-shaven but with shorter hair. It made him look older. No, she realized, he actually was older...not by much, though."Marco?" he said."Polo," she said back. "Pretty much everyone's going to say 'Polo' back, goober." Sue!" he said, relieved. "I didn't know if you'd still be here."Sue felt a little sore between her legs, like..."Did you already fuck this chick, Arnie?"He looked sheepish again. "Um, yeah, I didn't want to rape anyone, so if she already had.