There he sat, cock still clutched tightly in hand, his beautiful blue eyes wide like a startled deer, and his mouth working soundlessly. Finally he go... some air in and shouted at me. "For Christ's sake, Jean, what the hell are you doing here?" I live here, pretty boy. I got dumped, so I came home. Now, what the hell are you doing here, cock in hand, on Friday night?" Same as you," he muttered as he tried to cover himself. "No date, just me and Lefty." Don't tell me, Sadistic Sadie, the blonde. I was jealous of her panties. My eyes didn't know where to go. Although she walked past me slowly it was still too fast, I thought. Because when she passed me, I could see that her panties weren't panties at all but a thong. It's when she passed me that I noticed her tan lines – multiple tan lines. Tennis short and top tan lines and bikini top tan lines. I liked those tan lines. I was seeing what no one else had. Her ass was well rounded and I thought she missed the opportunity to model for. I saw her at least four separate times that night and it was very clear that when she was near me, someone was turning her on. Of course, I assumed it was me and I loved knowing that. Later, when I broke the ice with Jill, it was true so I've always assumed it was me giving her the hard nipples from arousal and desire to be intimate with me.Several nights later, I actually used a claim that I'd been asked to come by and see her husband at their home to get my foot in the door and my cock inside. The nurse pulled up a chair for me and said, "I'm glad you worked it out. No one should be alone at a time like this. Do you want anything? I can get you some coffee or a soft drink. Some water maybe?"I thanked her and shook my head. I told her I was fine.I'm not fine. I stood there with tears running down my cheeks, staring into the face of one of the most wonderful people I've ever met. I leaned over him, kissed his forehead and told him that I love him. Then I sat down and held his hand.I.