She had also styled her hair into a short bob, and plucked her eyebrows. She made up her eyes with liner and mascara, painting her lips and blushing h...r cheeks. Looking into the mirror, she'd seen someone else – someone as alien as her fingernails.Juliana remembered how utterly destroyed she'd felt, back at the doctor's office. She'd asked the man for time. He'd closed his eyes and nodded."Take all the time you need," he said. "But remember it's not your time; it's your husband's time."She'd. The lust was back in her eyes.I nodded. Her hand felt so good as she caressed my shaft, and I could feel it growing again. "Apparently somebody's having a good time anyway," she whispered. Finally, she pulled it out, and slid my boxers and jeans down. I lifted my ass a little so she could get them down far enough to get my cock out. She smiled. One hand was wrapped tightly around my dick, the other had snaked down between her legs, and I didn't want to think about what it might be doing. Her. “Do you mind if I join you?” How do you say no to an attractive woman who wants to eat lunch with you? Even if I don’t remember ever seeing her in my life. She sat without waiting for my invitation. “I’m Jessica Ferraro, Mr. Henderson. I’m with the FBI.” She actually pulled out identification and showed it to me.“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Ferraro. Uh, why...” I started to say, quite perplexed, when the waiter appeared and asked if he could take her order.She smiled at him, a wonderful, dimpled. "I didn't get to meet Sarah tonight" You're not the only one who's horny," I replied."Fuck it," said Sam. "Let's have a wanking competition, see who can cum first." Fair enough," I replied.Standing obliquely to each other, face to face, we both dropped our trousers and released our erections. I looked at his cock, and comparing it to mine, estimated it to be around seven inches in length, and two inches thick. Fairly impressive, I must admit. He looked at mine and was impressed too, mine being.