”“I know. Soon.” He replied.We then looked into each other’s eyes. My eyes were caught in his gaze, and we shared some silent communication... the kind only couples have. We both knew it was true, and I think I showed Ron how much I felt for him. Whether he could read that message or not was an open question. He was still a man, after all, and they could be thick, sometimes.Our silent conversation was interrupted by a tap on the door.“Wendy? You in there?” a female voice asked. “You. This morning was no exception apart from his heightened state of arousal adding to the pleasure. After several of those long, slow strokes Jack let his hand go flat out. He whipped it up and down his swollen cock with ferocious energy as the whole thing engorged with blood to its max. It felt just so big and hard as the orgasm came to its head and climaxed into several great pulses that spurted out semen all across Jack’s stomach and chest. A few drops even hit Jack’s chin.After that Jack just. And that thought filled her with resentment and jealousy that she couldn’t afford to let Isabel know about. They arrived at Isabel’s place and waited until no one was around to see them. Then they hurried up to her apartment and hurried inside. Isabel ordered Torrie to wait by the door. Then she wandered into her bedroom and got undressed. She returned and sat down on the couch. ‘Stand in the middle of the room.’ As Torrie moved, Isabel used a remote to turn on the stereo. ‘Now strip! And make. I watch as she sips the wine. She notices. Blushes. A shy smile slips out. I love watching a beautiful woman. Looking into a secret world. I smile warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy my gaze. Soaking it in. Feeling my eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. Back to sipping wine. We lock eyes across the table..