It was more the idea of being with him that seemed so exciting. Andnot just being with him, but being possessed by him ...And right now, there was no ...oubt that I was aroused by the prospect ofhim taking me. As I lifted myself up, one hand still stroking Antony'scock, I was careful not to brush my own raging erection against his body.He had shown absolutely no interest in touching my dick, while making itclear I should not lay a hand on it either. I would have to ask him aboutthat - but not. Adam, she decided, was blessedly, ravenously, unendingly horny. An unsubtle anatomically correct Ken doll just waiting to jump Barbie. An Adam with a whole world to populate. Her abdomen clenched. Her scalp tingled. She reapplied lip gloss, picturing herself in the Barbie Dream House, in the Garden of Eden. She wandered restlessly, nudging throw pillows, bending ostentatiously from the waist to straighten a rug, pretending she was doing something other than waiting for her man to come home and. She’s a disaster in organization and never keeps an appointment, always has to re-arrange and postpone. She is a pathetic liar and pretender.She has two k**s: a son of about 24from her first husband and one of five (who’s obviously not made by her actual husband) who’s a rotten spoiled neurotic, impolite and antisocial k** who’s completely fucked up by her over protection and possessive behavior (it happens many times that a session got interrupted because of a phonemail of that little punk. He felt compelled to take care of her and he hated letting her out of his sight, even for one minute. He knew that was irrational, but he couldn't help it.Angel put the money in her purse and they walked outside. Jordan got in his truck and Angel got in her old beat up Mustang which Frank had managed to get running again. Angel loved the Mustang because it was hers. There was so little in her life that had belonged to her. She had never had a driver's license or any type of formal drivers.