“Sorry, but ‘Danny Westbrook’ just doesn’t sound right for a future World Heavy Weight Champion.”“I guess you’re right,” Danny grinned... “Should I go by my birth name – Daniel Berusov?”“Oh, you were adopted?”“Sort of. My dad’s my real father, only he never learned about me before last year. I grew up with my mom who is a Russian from St. Petersburg. No fancy cars for us.”“Something happened to her?”Danny wagged his head. “She had some trouble. It was decided that I was better off living with my. .Flynn managed to settle a bit as he plated the cannelloni. Cooking always had a way of focusing his thoughts. He was still dumbfounded about the notion that somehow, through some incredible coincidence, Molly had found one of his old stories to read aloud. As he was just a few moments away from properly ‘meeting’ her, it gave way to a slight thrill in his gut. She had gotten off on one of his fantasies. That was a lot to register, but what could that possibly mean for the two of them going. I knew she just needed a massage, but my mind was saying maybe it’s your dick which needs one. So I slowly started running through her leg. She rested her head back on the steps.She was exhaling and inhaling loudly getting her breath back. I didn’t let the opportunity go. I slowly rubbed the foot. As I was massaging her, she started letting out small and sexy moans. I lifted her feet and started kissing her feet.The word which came out next stopped me. The moan which came out after the word. I asked him to drink it up. He had a big smile on his face and said sure. He drank it without asking questions because he knew what was going to happen.He tried to keep his hand on my lap but I slapped his hand to tease him. He laughed and I liked it . I whispered in his ear, “The first things in our body that are going to touch are your cock and my mouth.”We drove back to my apartment. We stood in the lift. We were looking inside the lift and looked at each other. We thought the same thing,.