I had to laugh, for John Comstock was being manipulated and he wasn't even aware of it happening. John was going to be a papa, for one thing. Miss Syl...ia was hoping she could keep it hidden until the night of the wedding.Another surprise was that Miss Sylvia asked Jessie to have me cast around for a small ranch in our section. One that wasn't so massive as the one John owned. After marriage, Miss Sylvia didn't want her new husband out on the range for days on end. She wanted him home where she. I’m sure that later that evening while i was being fucked by Nigel, he would be in his room masturbating with images of me, not his wife or girlfriend, flooding his brain. I like to know that I have invading a man’s sexual fantasies, and I like the thought of him cumming all over his hand and stomach, with his brain awash with images of me.Knowing that we would have the entire night together we lingered over dinner – no rush, I wanted to let Nigel’s balls recover and to produce plenty more cum. The men were strangers to her so she didn’t want them having photos of her to put in the chat room or the internet.She thought it a good idea.Suddenly she stood and taking the hem of her dress she raised it displaying her legs and pantyhose. She did it so quickly it caught me buy surprise, but my cock started rising as she had a nice set of legs, and it looked erotic standing holding up her dress.She wasn’t sure what to pose next so I told her to sit back at her computer and had her pull her. So when he reached across the table to gently squeeze my hand I responded positively. John was caressing my arm, his fingertips just touching me. He lifted my wrist and looking me straight in the eye kissed my fingertips. “Let’s go somewhere a little less public,” he said, signalling the Maitre d’ for the bill. By the time we got to the door the car was waiting for us, engine running. John’s driving was less exuberant now, and frequently he rested his hand on my knee. I looked at him and.