"No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.Without...even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Greg didn't clean up the mess. Then I ordered some wine and we both started chatting having drinks.Our conversation was random and I also praised her on many occasions that she looked younger, slim and she had the perfect body by her yoga. Then it was time to bed, we both went to sleep and I was super excited that am sleeping next to her in the same bed and was tensed also thinking how to approach her and the consequences later. I made up my mind, thought of trying it out once and I hugged her from behind, she didn’t. Of course, the same goes for criminals. Ourjob is to contain and eliminate threats to the still powerless humanpopulation.Anyway. Usually, my power's enough to allow me to take control of thesituation, but in this case, I was hopelessly outmatched. Even with ateam of others like me, we were quickly nullified. Except for myself andPhoenix, the others were dead, killed almost instantly by this madman,who calls himself Powerkeg. Phoenix, himself, lies comatose alongsidethe other casualties. (His. Throughout the kiss, I never took my hand off his hardening cock. In fact, his cock got harder. As did mine. This was fucked up. I was married. Happily. I did not want love. Was this love? Fuck, I hope not. I like cock. In particular, JIM's cock. This complicated things. Jim moved back a bit. "I'm sorry" he said. "N..No. It's okay" But was it? I didn't know. I realized I was still caressing his cock. I moved back slightly, and looked down. I gently grabbed the waist band on his shorts, easing.