I said I liked the direction she was steering.My meeting with Richard Harold took almost as long. Rather than talk about what we were doing in Boston,...I picked his brain about how to get things rolling in Concord. Not only did he have a ton of leadership training, he also knew Howard Cockerham. I always have my phone on dictation. This was one occasion where I was very glad I did.Richard's perceptions reinforced most of mine, but his were more structured and systematic. He gave me several signs. ‘Good?’ I nodded. ‘I can tell,’ he said, wiping a stray crumb from my face. The act sent shivers down my spine. I looked up and our eyes locked, causing heat to flood my body. His lips barely parted, but I managed to make out what he said: ‘God, I want you in my bed.’ I gasped. Sure, I was shocked that a confession of such proportions had come from the lips of one of Bloomington’s finest, but I gasped more out of the effect his words had on me. If I wasn’t wet before, my underwear became. We both would often be saying and contemplating things in that high erotic state that we simply would never dream up in our normal mindsets. That includes me too! Guess what often happened after we climaxed? The gross out factor came heavily into play! So this is what we learned to say nearly every time after our crazy talk... "Erase the tape!" We both agreed that whatever was said in bed during fantasizing and indulging into wild imagination... stayed in bed! Neither of us was allowed to hold. She wanted to pee again herself, to piss over her legs and feel the hot stream of her pee as an accompaniment to his actions yet she had emptied herself over the carpet that was even now being subjected to a second golden shower.Selene was growing to the knowledge that part of her rage was not because she was being subjugated but rather that she could not see the sight of his cock. In her mind, she cast its image, long and ultra-hard, his stream of piss flowing like a gushing fountain out of.