As you got older, you frequently spent the night together, usually innocently sleeping in the same bed.You started pulling away when you were twelve. ...he very last night you spent together, you woke with her head on your chest and the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling your senses. You had a throbbing hard on, and very slowly you reached down to touch it.You had discovered masterbation in the last year, but still were experienced with it. You were afraid if you played with it too much you. I then explained the whole situation, telling him that I wanted him to be our mystery fuck for tonight. Malcolm seemed stunned at first, and didn’t say anything, but the tent in his pants told the story. As we got to the bedroom, there was Jane, lying on our bed with her blindfold on, wearing a sexy purple silk robe with a sheer black bra and black panties underneath. “Okay, baby,” I told her. “Your mystery lover is here.” Malcolm went over to the bed, and it was obvious that he didn’t need any. The women talked about himthough and his apparent disinterest in a long-term relationship didn'tstop them from trying. Each was sure that she would be the one to turnhis head AND his heart.A marine biologist by trade, he also loved his work. At the moment itinvolved the eating habits of the great white. He often went down in acage or more often diving to observe a shark while feeding and thefoundation made extra income from the vivid film he shot. Hisappearances on those 'Wild Kingdom' type. The one thing I was pretty sure of, and grateful for, was the truth that the bad guys, who I now knew were clearly rich bad guys, wouldn’t lower themselves to hang around my hang out. Way too low class for them. And they had left me alone. I guess my bud, mister Hightower, had delivered my message—thank God! There is indeed an upside to everything.“So, Anna’s doing okay then?” said Lea.“Yes, and that in more ways than one,” said Carlton.“Oh?” said Lea.“Yes, she said that she saw our man going.