When Lois got back to their apartment, she found a large box on thedoorstep, with her name and address on it, and a Gotham City postmark.Giving it a q...ick shake, and hearing nothing ticking, Lois picked it up,opened to door to the apartment, then went straight to the blinking answering machine next to their phone. Lois put the box down, then punchedthe play button. "Hi Lois, it's me, Clark. Found a few things, but nothingto write home about." Lois groaned. "The past owner of the collection. Let me see if I have this straight. You do not wish to save your marriage, is that right? You merely wished to 'punch your ticket, ' so to speak, with these counseling sessions? So you could get your husband's consent?"She pursed her lips. "Yes." I see. So all of these meetings, all of it, it was a sham, was it? You just want to use me to get what you wanted?" His voice was still smooth as glass, soft as a summer morning.Paula stood up. "Fine. Don't sign it. I'll find someone else." She knew. My personal favorite was Ovid 29, the normal white guy who fantasized about being a panty clad high school chick." "Yeah that was good," I replied, my breath slowly returning, "but it was not as good as Ovid 32, the world class athlete who gets turned into a fat dowdy housewife who reads harlequin romance novels in the Stop and Shop check out aisle." We both chuckled, the tension rapidly fading between us."I guess that these stories can be sort of goofy sometimes," Alex offered, "but they are. Sucking those lips hungrily. Tasting her lower lips with upper lips in turn. Her hot breath falling on my nose, my hands holding her face up.Her hands held mine and we were kissing forgetting the world around us. We kissed long. She just held my dick over the shorts while we were kissing. She just went on her knees pulling my shorts low. My dick just ripped out like a hungry animal jumping on seeing a prey, out of my shorts.She held my dick base with both of her hands. She pulled down the.