Phoenix pulled from her and spun her around pressing her into the couch kissing her hard grinding against her front as he came the rest of the way on ...er front, he could feel her claws raking down his back and he shuddered a moan of pleasure. Phoenix broke his kiss from her, his blue eyes staring into her gold ones. I believe the Lass was just dominated dont you think? Phoenix smirked his humor coming to surface between his labored and satisfied breaths. Shey had held him close as he laid on. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait for him in their car at the commuter parking lot where I parked my car also.On. My addiction to them started with a lady next door who was the same age of my mother and had 3 k**s who were my age. She was beautiful and sexually repressed because of her impotent husband and she knew I was sexually active so she would play all these games in front of me to make me hornier. Man! what I wouldn't do to get those experiences again.She was a nurse just like my mother and used to stay next door, whenever she knew I was alone she would unzip her uniform just to show me and then. An average looking guy, what little hair he had was closely cropped to his head, and he had thick glasses and an ever-present "five o'clock shadow." He spoke gently, but was solidly built. In those days, very few people said, "Hey, I'm gay and damned proud of it!" Bernie, though, exhibited characteristics of a gay man... in his walk, his talk, his mannerisms. The guys in my department were all older than I, good natured, and worldly. They never said cruel things to or about Bernie, and I think.