She was right I was surprised. I asked, 'Kala w... what does this mean?''This is an invitation for you to spend the night with me' she replied calmly....No, no what I mean is why are you doing this?' I asked.'That day you gave your name to my son. As his father you have full right on his mother's body' she said without turning a hair.'Please Kala don't do it because you feel indebted to me in any manner' I said.'No, that is not the reason why I am doing this. The moment you said 'His father's. I brushed my thumb through my slit delicately, smothering as much of the clit with my own lube as possible. Shutting my eyes, I began stroke between my lips again. Tracing the defined hard bump of my clit, thumb grazing it particularly swift making a moan tumble from my lips. My body was restless above the sheets beneath me, shuddering at every merciful touch that I gave myself. My breath momentarily hitched in my throat as I teased my center with the tip of my middle finger. My own lips fell. "I guess he'd watched my progress over the months. I felt ashamed as I paid him and left with the guilty bag under my arm. And yet I knew that I would soon be stroking my cock as I looked at other men. I had an erection as I walked home.It was an intense weekend, that first time. I stroked my cock and came to the pictures of men. Some just posing, some engaged in sex acts with others. All with magnificent cocks.I allowed myself to admire them. Let my inhibitions go and reveled in the. ”Grunwald, like Matt had said, had been fairly easy for the FBI to track down. The police drawing from my description. The odd, accented speech patterns. Left handed. Nosing around the fringes of Kiryas Square.I had ambushed Grunwald in the parking lot for Katz’s Deli near downtown Trenton, New Jersey. He was alone, vigorously implementing a toothpick. I was parked beside an old Buick he was driving today. Head-to-tail, our driver’s side windows next to each other. Like cops park.He put the.