It almost makes me wish..."Val stopped Anna's train of thought as she said, "I'm sorry Will. I guess you should have a say in this. But before you dec...de you should know that I would love to see you be with Tiffany again."I took a few minutes to decide. Somewhat reluctantly I said, "Okay. I'll do it. But only if Tiffany agrees to it." Oh she does. After we make love, she mentions that she wishes she could still do it with you. She doesn't feel bad about saying that because I say the same. I sat down, my legs stretched out in front of me.We sat in silence for a minute when he put his hand on my knee. I froze, not knowing what to do. His hand rubbed my knee and slowly started moving up my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh. My eyes darted over and I could see his other hand was rubbing the front of his jeans. His breathing was getting heavy."Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he said finally, lifting his hand off of my leg.I didn't know what to say, I was still in shock. I saw the house. Lights were on in the living room. Somebody was home. Winnie? Or, had she sold the place? Did I have the guts to find out? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained. I got out and walked hesitantly toward my goal. What the hell, at worst all she could do, if it was her, was tell me to get lost. I smiled. Of course if she were married . . . Approaching the door and ignoring what the rain was doing to my clothes and by inference me, I rapped on the door. Nothing, no answer. I rapped. I fantasize about putting my hands around itand then taking it into my mouth and sucking on ituntil he shoots his load into my mouth and down mythroat.” As John was talking about his dreams, the doctornoticed that his breathing had increased and that therewas now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock gotharder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was evengetting a hard on listening to this man’s revelations. “John.” “Yes.” “I’m going to put you.