” I look into her eyes, gauging how quickly or how slowly to push her. “You can tell me as much or as little as you like and I will listen. Look o... me as a sounding board. I get the feeling you are a bit mixed up,” I shrug.“Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. Either way, let’s enjoy our dinner.” I finish with a smile and pick up the glass of wine the waiter had poured as I was speaking. “Cheers” I say and raise the glass to my lips.CiciSo this is maybe the third drink I’ve ever had and must admit. “And what problem is that?” he stammered as his cock grew a bit bigger in his shorts, dangerously close to Laura’s painted red fingertips.“See, you are making my problem worse once again,” she replied as her fingers caressed the outline of his cock tip, making it twitch. “You see, my husband travels a lot, and I have been lonely and oh so horny,” as her fingers ran lightly over the outline of his cock.“Your cock seems to like the attention,” Laura taunted as she squeezed his cock. “Maybe I can. When they broke the surface, dogs and guards were gathering along the bank. Gunshots ripped through the dark and pocked the wide, flowing river. The old woman was sputtering for breath, but she was alive. Together, Jagger and the almond girl held her between them and rode the current downstream. ~~~ Jagger lost track of how long they spent floating in the current. It felt like hours, but the river was mercifully deep and wide. All they really needed to focus on was holding together and. We comforted each other, cried in others arms, and even went into therapy. As time passed our pain went away and by winter our happiness came back. Little did I know that in our time sharing an apartment, a large amount of sexual tension was developing between us. We ignored it at first but eventually things came to a head one wintery day. It happened during a really bad snowstorm, Erica and I both got home just as it hit. It was going to be a bad storm, anywhere from 8 to 10 inches of snow was.