" I reached down, caught the bottom of his chair with my left hand, and lifted him over my head. I turned and walked slowly back towards the platform,...being careful not to drop him. I set him down, still in his chair, on the platform's edge. I looked at him and he turned pale. I knew the effort had caused my fangs to drop. I summoned up my courage and turned to face the rest of the troops. A gasp ran through the audience at the sight of my face."And I'm right handed." I refused to let my eyes. I go inside the house with my bag and other things from work and see my roommate on the couch, watching the weather report on television. Smiling to myself, I take my belongings into the guest room and took a nap. I woke up twenty minutes later to the howling winds and the branches of one of the oak trees knocking against the window. Looking outside, I see Jayson in a big parka clearing the driveway with the snow blower. I open up my overnight bag and pull out a brand-new pink bra-and-panty. ?I will stay on the line. Leave the phone off the hook, and give me the address of the hotel and your room number. I will listen in. If things go badly for you, do you want me to call someone?? I gave her the hotel address, phone, and room number and looked in the mirror playing with my cock and balls.?Will you want me to call the hotel?? ?Yes, the hotel desk clerk?, I said catching my breath and holding back the urge to cum. ?That could be very embarrassing for you, he might call the police,?. Angie never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Gene's Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband's glass. This led to many refills for John. It was a source of humor with their friends. Angie and John drank wine from the same glass. She looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out, bar hop and.