Maybe it was because she was teasing me, but my thoughts about her got more explicit with every floor. I wanted to grab her hips and pull her hair. I ...anted to put my cock between her thighs so every movement would stimulate her, too. I wanted to feel a damp patch and hear her moan my name.By the time the elevator got to the first floor, my knees were weak, but Liv didn’t even give me a second to collect myself. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the lobby towards the front door. I held. At night things changed, things which seemed benevolent in daylight took on a sinister aspect, night was when the dark and the dangerous walked the streets, owned the streets, the drunks and the thugs and the junkies and the thieves and the rapists and the killers and Jim. ——————————————————— ———————————————————- Settling into an expensive wine bar he looked around him at the people, the wealthy, the trendy, the beautiful, the degenerate, the victims. ‘You are the one!’ His eyes fell upon. That's all.She wondered what could have triggered this in her husband. As sheunderstood it, most of those who knelt did so as young men. Had Kevinbeen repressing himself for years? Had it just emerged? Was there amoment when he was a child when the resident maid might have made animpression? What triggered transvestism at an advanced age? Or might shebe wrong? Everything was possible. The coming days would tell.She thought about it. Kevin had always been good about splitting thehousehold. " Well, have fun. Roger and I are going to bed. It's nothing but early to bed and early to rise for us these days." Very early to bed, I'll bet," What do you think?" Catalina responded. She turned her head away from the phone a little and dropped her voice to a husky, breathy moan and added, "Oh, Roger, I love it when you do that to me."Roger looked up from the cheap paperback murder mystery he was reading on the far side of the room and snickered at the way Catalina was teasing her mother. He.