Chris started to spread my legs and he pulled my penis loose. His lotioned hand started to stroke it slowly, gliding up and down, before stopping and ...ontinuing to massage my front, thighs, hips, stomach.Chris pulled himself away and I heard myself utter a moan of a disappointment. I couldn't believe that the sound came from me, but a part of me didn't care. "If you're enjoying yourself more than you thought you would, just nod."I nodded slowly. "Good," he said. 

I felt his weight come back on. Dennis’s eyes were wide open. Once we finished the house we were starting to take the ladder back to the garage when I stopped. I told everybody that dad hasn’t touched a tool in at least 10 years since he became professionally fat, I wanted the tools. Dennis high fived me, mom rolled her eyes. The ladder fit in the rental truck, we looted out the tools from the garage and while doing that Dennis told me that my mom was awesome. I had to agree. The next day at school life got much better. We. When the band started playing, Greta askedSusan's permission to dance with me. I was a little wary, we'd onlybeen married two years, and to tell the truth I was very attracted toGreta, those dark brown, almost black flashing eyes and the mass ofblack hair.But Susan said "Sure, go ahead, I'm not much of a dancer but Stephen isa dancing fool"As Greta led me to the small dance floor, I could feel every man's eyeson me; I thought it was envy at the time.We quickly found that we worked well. "Okay," I scowled, "I think I've got it. Can I go now?"Just then I suddenly realized that I could sort of feel the way backout of this room. It was almost like I could feel an invisible ropeconnecting back outside...back to my real body if what Anabelle saidwas right. It was then that I somehow understood I could have leftthis room at any time. All I had to do was really want to leave."Wait," Anabelle exclaimed, "I still have more to tell you... A lotmore..."But it was too late as I'd.