Oh, at a Shell station on Roxbury.”“Okay, Kevin. No problem. Come on over. You know where it is, right?”“Yeah. Thanks. I’ll be there in fift...en minutes.”I put down the phone and stood there for a minute. Reality came back and I went into the spare bedroom to put fresh sheets on the bed. I had left this bedroom as it was set up when I moved in here. I had no use of a home office, and I had a TV in the living room and the bedroom, so I didn’t need a den or game room. I had a never before used it. About a week later Sarah announced that she was going over to Jill's house to work on a school science project they were building. Sarah wasn't gone more than a half hour when I heard a light tapping on our front door. I got up and answered the door and there was cute little Patty. "Can I come in Greg?" Of course Patty, you're always welcome here. Come on in."She came in and sat down on the sofa. I asked, "Want a coke?" That would be nice." She followed me into the kitchen and we opened a can. You didn’t stop. You slowly fucked me with your fingers, never once letting up on my clit. It built up and built up so much that I could not take it. I leaned forward and grabbed your neck – biting into it so I would not scream. You kept up your slow and steady pace – building up my orgasm. I could not take it. It was right there – I was going to cum and nothing was going to stop me. I crashed over the edge, shaking and moaning and whimpering. It would not stop – you did not stop. You kept up. ’‘You can't leave it like that. You've started so you have to finish. Iknow, let me help. Someone famous? Oh, I know, Bradley Cooper?’Rick snorted, Chris was the polar opposite to him.‘Alright, no need to be spiteful.’ Chris grinned, ‘So it's not TomHiddleston either?’Rick shook his head. ‘No, it’s not important.’Chris laughed, ‘Come on who is he?’Something in Rick’s face must have given him away, because Chrissuddenly burst out, ‘It's not a man at all, is it? You're thinking of awoman. You.