And been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn't ...now what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a hero." What do you mean?" Well, what's a hero? Certainly not Superman or one of those cartoon folks. They're not real in any way. They're fantasy. Quatermain was a hunter who went on an expedition that was written about — he didn't go looking for criminals.. ” April whispers, “I love you.” She growls.“I love you too.” I growl as well before kissing her this time the kiss is rougher and as April deepens the kiss it becomes almost painful but I revel in it, I love her touch, her taste, everything about her.“Should we head home now?” April asks her voice low.“There's other things we could do.” I say before kissing her neck making her moan and push her body hard against mine.“Outside, really?” April asks a cheeky smile lighting up her face.“No one will. "I thoughtyou said I'd get the key back if I had sex with him?" I ask as thefrustration starts to build. "You'll get it back," she replies calmly,"You just need to go on one date first." How can she be doing this? Firstshe goes way overboard with the blowjobs, and then she gets me to fuck aguy, ok so the last part was kind of on me, but now she's forcing me todate a guy. "By the way, if you've already given him oral and anal, he'lldefinitely be expecting you to put out."The day wraps up soon. . I told him that Eric was giving me some private sessions to improve my body tone quicker." And, he bought off on that?" Sure, I never gave him any reason to think otherwise." She replied with assurance."Really?" Brady snorted. "When did you find out your husband had hired a private investigator to dig up the dirt on you and your boyfriend?"She looked confused, "A private investigator? I didn't know! Oh my God, he knew about Eric? Oh my God. He must have hated me! But it wasn't an affair. I.