About ten minutes later he stood up and said “I’ll take you home now, have you finished your questions?” I told him I had and waited...for him to open the door. As he was unlocking it I thought I noticed a bulge in his pants. I tried not to let him notice that I was staring but it seemed to fascinate me, I just wanted to reach out and grab onto that bulge. I wanted him to touch me now, all over. He was quite an attractive man, maybe in his 30s or so. He was definitely a lot. Marsha had done this before, just not with her own husband!Amid all this, Marsh didn't notice that Trina disappeared - she had always kept in touch.Trina's "group" had piled into a van and headed for Spring Break, but not being college kids, they headed for South Beach instead of the pick of the season for preppies.South Beach was way too close to Miami and despite the millions of people to lose oneself among, and coupled with the fact that the Miami Mafia chieftan lived in South Beach, you. I hoped John would change his mind, for Geo's sake. Geo was a great girl, and there was no denying her sexual prowess, but I realized that I really needed to cut back on my women. Too many was just too many."Thank you, Jason," Lisa whispered into my ear. "I don't know what made you change your mind, but I think I know a way to reward you." Her hand deftly slid inside my waistband, and grasped my flaccid cock, trying to bring it back to life. Good as it felt, I couldn't be dishonest with her."I. Now, before I continue relating this story to you, for the sake of accuracy, and candor, I must get something off my chest right away. At one time, Didi had been mine. I owned her in the truest sense of the word. Even had the legal paperwork to prove it. But I sold her. SOLD her. Well, to be perfectly honest, I traded her for a car and some money. It was a 1948 MGTC, British Racing Green, total ground up factory mint restoration. Plus fifty thousand cash. What can I tell you. The guy who.