Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant energy, this sexual energy, lavender smelling erotic mix. What is this Lavender Type smell! What i... she feeling , what is this energy.Sandy starts walking on, the night appears the forest becomes pitch black. She was feeling odd, some sort of exotic poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like substance blocking her nose, she reaches around and takes out her drink bottle has a drink.Sandy should be feeling frightened. He had a lot of dark brown hair around it (Jordan shaves, if you must know. I like it that way.) "Mind if I take a feel?" "You're not expecting 'No,' are you?"I reach over and take his cock in my hand, heft it up (this kid's no 'lightweight') and give it a gentle squeeze. "Nice, Matt. You really get hard." I slide my grip up and down a few times and he closes his eyes and lets out a little moan. He says that I have forever to stop but I figure I'd better quit while I'm ahead here.He looks a bit. "I owe your wife my life," he finally said. "If she hadn't humiliated me in front of my dad at that student council debate, I'd have ended up in prison with Bobby and Fred." Bobby Parker and Fred Mars are in prison?" I asked, forgetting for the moment who this asshole was. So that was why they hadn't been at the last reunion. I'd just figured that it was because it wasn't one of the biggies."Yeah," Andy said. "For fraud and distributing drugs."Huh."Anyway, I'm not surprised your wife hates me,. Then the old guy who’d retired as a truck driver and founded the Almost Never Late Courier Company that traded as ANL Couriers sold the business and the new operator was a dishy young owner’s wife. Michael purchased the business for Amy because she’d become bored at having affairs. Amy proved to be a real bitch and that probably was her problem. She finally ran away with Chuck Norgate, a fat courier driver reputedly with a dick as thick as his arm. So Michael stopped playing the stock market.