I held them up to my face not knowing what to expect. They had a slight musky aroma, not unpleasant, and a slight whiff of pee.“Well” She said.“...ha..wha…what?” I asked.“Well, what do you think?”“The..the..they’re o..o..ok”She grinned and grabbed my hand pulling it to her bush. She moved it around and leaned back on the bed. She pulled my hand again and my legs were now touching her knees. She let my hand go and I started to move back.“No you don’t” she said “rub me!” She grabbed my hand again.I. " Really? But it happened in my sleep, though. I wasn't instigating anything. Sorry, man." It's OK." There was a pause.... and then he said "...can I be honest?: I was into it. I've never thought about you that way, but I do think about it sometimes. About what it would be like with a guy. Maybe I'm a little bi. And we're close friends... and you were touching me... I thought..." Don't worry about it, but you were wrong. I wasn't starting anything." (But my cock was still hard.)There was no. ”“Not happening,” I grinned. “As much as I like the thought. And you know I have a VERY vivid imagination!”Elyse laughed, “Oh, I know you do! Anyway, so then what?”“I think we have to have a sit down. I don’t see any choice in the matter.”“You? Alone?”“It would have to be someplace neutral, and at this point, with all the big names in Chicago in federal custody, I’m not sure how I’d arrange that. And I’m not sure Anthony would trust anyone in Chicago. Maybe Donna Grossi’s house. Well, it’s. I would suddenly and powerfully and irrationally wish for you to put your tongue up my asshole. I would try to quash that thought as soon as it occurred because I cannot possibly expect you to do that. It would me so happy when you started working your tongue lightly over my asshole, giving it tender, caring kisses. I would start to feel a small resurgence of hope. I would hear you inhale deeply, enjoying the smell of my ass, and it would make me so happy. I would feel your hands grab my.