They weren't sure yet what they wanted, but they wanted desperately not to stop.No plans were made or even imagined.Because of their significant other... they were prisoners of circumstance, yet the attraction was fierce, animal, urgent.The urge wasn't to have an affair, the urge was to fuck.And it needed only opportunity.When opportunity came, they both hesitated, they were good people.But when their faces were inches apart, when he was close enough to sense the rising and falling of her clothed. I reluctantly left the theatre and slowly walked back to my flat, just enjoying being out and about on my day off. While my dinner was in the oven, I looked up Cecily on the Internet. A bit of harmless online stalking is always a pleasant challenge – it’s amazing how much personal information you can find out, and it always reinforces my wish to stay away from the cookie-setting data-mining social media applications. I ain’t registered on Faceache or Twatter or Gogglespy, or Amazon, and I won’t. “Hey, Terry, wake up.”“What? Oh! Sorry Baby.”“We’re all packed up and ready when you are.”“Thanks.” I kissed her and got in the van to find Erin sitting in the front passenger seat.“Hi, Sweetie!”“Hi. I thought I would sit in the front and let you watch my tits bounce around and then laugh with you when you walked into the restaurant trying to hide your boner.”“My Erin, what a wonderful, loving woman you are.”“Thank you Sweetie! I love you too.” She leaned over and kissed me before I started the. His character assassination of this prick could wait for another day. He was sure the youth was a cocksucker and still intended to find out….not that he was bothered anyway. He wouldn’t allow him to suck his cock anyway. It was just about humiliation and control. All bully’s were like that. And he was becoming a bad one. ‘Ok, faggot, fuck off. I’ll let you suck me later. Time to leave, vamoose….go go!’ ‘I need to be in my locker, for a minute. Please’ ‘Ok. Hurry up. You sure you don’t want.