. Mrs. Durke... ?" the unmistakable male voice stammeringly questioned, sending immediate little sensations of excitement rippling through her."Yes......this is she," Beth replied, forcing calmness into her tone as she thought: how timely could one get?"Stan... Stan Wilson, Beth," he went on, his smooth voice gaining confidence. "I just received a shipment of sandals... some beautiful styles, and... and I thought you might like to stop by and have a look at them... when you get time, or are down. A Honda does that as well as a Mercedes and it’s a lot cheaper to maintain. This car has almost everything a Mercedes or BMW would have at less than half the price. What’s not to like? Anyway, I moved south to get away from the snow and here I am. Now you know my story, what’s yours?’ She looked down and took a deep breath. ‘My name is Jessica Fuller–Jessie. I’m twenty-three and I’ve been on my own since I was seventeen. I ran away from home because my step-father was raping me several times a. I guess what I want is an almost normal marriage. I say almost, because my future husband must understand my need to be with a woman as well as with him."I nodded. I knew there were some men out there that would happily accept such an arrangement, especially if Angela were willing to share the other woman with her husband. I didn't express my opinion."Let's go to lunch," I said.Stan Michelson was not a handsome man. He was short, a little pudgy, and was losing his thin blond hair, but I'd never. You pulled open my belt and pulled my trousers away from my groin and cupped my balls gently squeezing them as you caressed me. A hand gripped the shaft of my cock firmly and I felt my blood pulse through the constricted flesh. As you gently touched my hard cock I could hear your voice softly float to my ears,” Paul you are so hard. I love the way your blood seems to go through my hand. Do you know that you smell so manly?’ I groaned as your finger stroked beneath the head and along the slit.