The graphic scene continued on the TV and at some point I removed my hand from my cock to get more of the lotion he had provided. During that short wi...dow, his free hand reached out and seized the opportunity. I wish I could say otherwise, but his hand didn't feel as good as my own. While his technique was different, I didn't brush his hand away or ask him to stop. For the next few moments he was stroking his cock with one hand and mine with the other. The longer his hand held and massaged my. Can’t you, Gus?”Gus hesitated. “Girl, you ain’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout.”“Annnniiieeee!” Tricia wailed. “You’re not being very nice! He’s blind!”“Then how does he know I was Asian?”“He said you had a strange accent.”“I know that! It’s Yiddish. But I don’t know any Japanese or Chinese. I know more German and Spanish than Japanese. I can’t fake a Japanese accent. Also, he knew I was buxom. With you I would understand if her heard your boozem bouncing around as you walk, but I wasn’t. ” “That’s quite alright sir, no need at all.” replied Jack.Robert cracked open his window, lit a cigarette with the cigar lighter, then coughed at his first lung full of smoke. He didn’t know whether it was the capsule, the brandy or the cigarette or a combination of all three but the pain dulled to an acceptable level.By now night had fallen, dim orange glows of light indicated where the motorway lights were suspended along the road. The journey had deteriorated to stop go movements of a few. ‘It means a lot,’ she said. ‘We’re lovers, but there’s a chance we might not always be.’ ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ the lad said, looking hurt. ‘I’ll always be your lover. Always!’ ‘I know you think that, now,’ Lois replied. ‘And I admit that what we have is wonderful…’ She paused thoughtfully. ‘No, it is far more than that. It’s unbelievable, and I think the reason for that is that we really do care for each other. That’s what makes this so hard. I really do love you. It’s…it’s just that.