. but here she was, in Michael’s house, surrounded by his stuff.Surrounded by his musk.She could lay naked on his bed and get herself off, his demon...pheromones filling her nostrils.And then, she could take a jersey or a sports jacket - something that was distinctly his. The next she saw Brandi, she could make sure to be casually wearing it.That would show her.But for now, she had an appointment with Michael’s bed and her own fingers. An appointment that - judging by how turned on she was -. When the morning finally arrived she was nervous, so very, very nervous. So many questions were running through her mind as she walked down the street to where she knew he was waiting for her. ‘What the hell am I doing? What’s going to happen? Will whatever this is transfer to real life? Will the age gap be an issue?’ She stopped in her tracks when the next question popped into her head, ‘What if I don’t please him?’ She started walking again, more slowly this time, nervously chewing her lower. I said "I know sweetie, and I think your pretty safe... it would be pretty tough to cut me with these new style razors they have now". She looked me in the eye a long moment and then giggled and grabbed the can of shaving cream. Oh man, I can't tell you how exited I was. She sprayed some lather in the palm of her hand and started coating my cock and balls. My cock was throbbing like crazy in her hand as she got me all ready.She asked me "how do I do it?" and I told her just like you do with. She said nothing as he looked deep into her eyes and pushed two of his fingers; his very thick fingers, inside her. “Time for you to get some cock Laura.” He said softly as he withdrew. “I can’t. I can’t.” She suddenly said as he lifted her to her feet. “Why?” He asked her. “I can’t fuck you. I can’t fuck anyone other than my husband Tom at the moment.” She told him. “Yes you can Laura.” He contradicted. “I can’t. I can’t.” She told him. “We.......” “You are trying for a baby. I know.” He.