Dee had slipped a piece of paper in my shirt with her cell phone number.I was really puzzled now. The next day I got a call at home. It was Dee asking...for a favor. She needed someone to help her move some furniture around the house and her husband was usually found at the horse track during the day. I told her I would help her and made arrangements to go over the next day. I hadn't told my wife any of this. I just didn't want to get into a big fight over something this trivial.When I got to. This has been the single most edited and re-written story I have ever attempted, and in some moods this story was nearly deleted entirely. Grudgingly I’ve decided to ‘ruin a perfectly decent story’ to keep at least some of the original sex scenes intact. If nothing else, this will continue to remind me why I don’t particularly write extensive sex scenes in my stories anymore. As currently constituted, this story runs about 9 chapters. Cheer up, in its original version, this story ran to about. I had never been so relaxed yet so excited. I moved his hand so that I could feel my manhood against his. Our arms roamed all over each other's body like a windstorm flowing through the trees. We were caught up in a very sensual moment neither of us wanted to end.He looked deep into my eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes piercing me with every blink. "Bob, I don't know. I've never done more than jack-off thinking about another guy," he whispered. "I know what I want, but ....," he. He took another drink from the bottle and lurched into the room. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that Mr. Forsythe had been doing something that caused soot to remain on his clothes. His once immaculate white shirt was now streaked with the black powder. Hank had no idea where it could come from. Mr. Forsythe was slurring his words as he stumbled into the room. "Shyou know, I don' tink I wansh ta? bank to get thish houshe. He, he. Sho they wonsh gets it. But there ish a schmall matter.