I like playing with them discreetly in different ways they enjoy.” This bold statement catches Bruce off guard. Something in Lynn’s answer trigge...s something in him, he sides over a seat and asks, “What do you mean by fun and games?”“Oh, most everyone has their kinks, fetishes, quirks, self-imposed taboos, or obsessions that they like to keep hidden from the world. Some little, some big. With the right person, you sometimes stumble on a match for what you are looking for,” Lynn starts. “Or. “I want you to love me, Jim. I’ve had the hots for you for years. I love you, too ”We kissed gently, delicately, but with so much feeling. “Lay down, you must be tired.”She helped me slide off her and onto my back. My cock was shriveling, so she started working the rubber off me. She tossed it in a trash can near the bed, then she kissed my cock! She took him and licked and cleaned him of the residual cum, swallowing it down. I liked that, I liked that a lot. Beth just kept surprising me at. Just remember, I am an amateur... an 'armchair quarterback', as they call us," I responded."Well then, start with the home team. The Rams, I believe they are called?" she asked."Ah, the St. Louis Rams. Now there is an actual soap opera that is a success story. Let's see. Ok, a little background first. Remember I took you to a baseball game a couple of weeks ago? Remember? It was right after you came back from England for your job here?" she nodded."Well, that team is the baseball Cardinals, or. There was no cosmopolitan seduction while sipping coffee in a sidewalk cafe, no exploited moment of emotional vulnerability. I didn’t yield to get back at my husband. God, no, it wasn’t like any of that at all. Better if it had been, though, because I could rationalize the guilt.So, what happened? Byron put me on my knees. The bastard snapped his fingers and to his feet I leapt, drooling and squirming like Pavlov’s favorite in-season bitch. He smashed my suburban America decorum, loosing a.