“One reason I wanted privacy. In case you ... turned out to not take my discovery very well, it’d make it easier for you to dispose of me.”I pul...ed into his driveway. “I could see where you’d think that. I’d like, at some point in the future, to not have to hide. At the same time ... well, ask Harry how many times I’ve offered to leave, to avoid causing trouble. That I’m ... someone else, as well ... well, I’d like to think that this, the me that is Cal Lewis, is the real me, and the other guy. "Mark reached down and took over stroking their cocks together. Tom reached back and turned off the water. They were both still drenched when Tom guided Mark back into the bedroom and pushed him back on the bed.He crawled up on top of him, their bodies glistening as he positioned his cock on Mark's and started slowly pumping his hips. He soon found the right rhythm and was able to slide his cock all the way down to Mark's balls and then over his shaft. The sensation was everything Tom imagined. Velma herself had just come from a swinging three-way, and in fact she was a trifle pissed because she'd had to cut the delicious triangle short in order to be home before her husband arrived.But the woman sounded dead serious. Velma shook her head and made herself still another stiff drink. Was it a trap? Did her violent ape-like husband know about her lusty affair with the adult bookstore owner and his daughter?It smelled suspiciously like some sort of trap to Velma. But if it were true, then. She turned her head, brunette hair tossing slightly, and said, "Not to worry - we're all in this together!" I smiled and the trip continued.In a few minutes, we took a curve, and she began to lose her balance. I reached out with one arm, holding fast to the bar with the other, to catch her. I pulled her upright again, and she ended up pressed against me once more. I helped her get steadied, and she reached behind her - brushing a hand across my crotch. I apologized again, and tried to pull.