You are on the table, just the naughty nylon touches your soft skin. I like you, feel the tickling of the nylon on my tongue. Again I start to become ...ard. Your bald skull, your face – everything makes me horny. The breasts are moving up and down as you breathe. A kind of fear and shame is in your eyes – and a enormous desire and lust. I take a little box and show it to you. You can see three big spiders insides – just like the one I sent you as picture. They are crawling … thick bodies, full. I'm not sure what I feel, but I am sure of one thing - I'm sure I want to see again what I just saw.It started at a Saturday night dance at the Elks. It was no special occasion, just the dance that is held every other Saturday night. My wife Amy loves to dance and is a very good dancer while I, on the other hand, have the proverbial two left feet, so I take her every other weekend and let her dance her heart out. There is no shortage of men willing to dance with her - she is drop dead gorgeous. Jill’s look switched from bliss to shock to concern. “He’s my husband,” she shouted over the music so that both her dance partner and I could hear. The effect was immediate as Luther immediately released my wrist, his smile returning as he raised his hands in mock surrender, as he bent down with his head next to mine.“Sorry, man. You must be Dave. Sorry about that, I thought you were some drunk guy about to bother Jill.”He held out his hand in a gesture of apology and friendship and we shook,. I really enjoyed the way she woke me up yesterday morning, and missed having her here with me. I got a shower, dressed, grabbed some breakfast, and headed out for classes again.Cassie and I met in the study room again that night, and I told her that my room mate was going away for the weekend and asked her if she wanted to stay over at my place. She got excited about that and said that she'd love to. We arranged for her to come on over to my apartment Friday evening, and that we'd go out.