”“Have I ever lied to you about how I feel or what I think of you?” I countered as I came to a stop at the traffic light at the southeast corner...of the Park.Cathy used both of her hands to gently pick my right hand from her leg and squeezed it semi-tightly. She then softly said, “No, Mike. You and I ... we’ve always been true to each other. Thanks for that lovely compliment.”“In this case, the truth doesn’t hurt,” I softly laughed as I drove the short block to Queens Ave. I made a right turn. Though it often gave me pleasure I told her that I would be happy to be free from the particulars of setting up a wedding. It was then that she gave that look that makes me melt. It's her look that lets me know that she is up to something "wicked." Something luscious was soon to come my way.My imagination went wild. Would she appear at the altar dressed only in a veil, bra, stockings and "fuck-me-now heels? Maybe we would both be brides this time. This time, would I be the bride and she. Thoughts of being pounded hard by these hunky boys consumed every fibre of her being.Sumaya sits seductively on the bench right in front of her audience and crosses her legs, lifting the hem of her cloak up to her knees so they can see the thigh high fishnets she's wearing. All of them whistle, gawking at her. She silences them with a sexy smile and whispers huskily:"I want to know only three things from you boys?"The boys nod ferociously, never taking their eyes off her. She continues in a. If I get caught... thismight be the absolutely worst way. I'm dressed like a baby, I'm crawlingaround, and I'm wearing a thoroughly soaked diaper. Poetic.I find my's mother's bedside nightstand. Eagerly, I go to check it but Istop myself. I am only inches from my mother's face. Her eyes are closedbut she's squishing up her nose like she smells something bad. It's me.She can smell me. Holy shit! Move fast!I scan the top of her nightstand by the light from the window. I quicklyassure myself that.