"It doesn’t matter," you said. "I was waiting for you". And with a gentle motion, skillfully getting rid of your panties, you stood up, lifted up yo...r skirt and you stepped on the marble washbasin, holding your hands back and your feet wide open at the edge. You looked at me reassuringly, straight into my eyes and you said, "Come on, I've been looking for you for so long." Your next gesture was to stretch out your hand, place it on my shoulder and push me gently low and at the same time,. (He smiled.)Pookie was puzzled. He watched closely as Jamison took a Velcro strap and wrapped it around Mr. Vibrator and the teen’s precious balls.Pookie: Turn it on, please.In a few minutes, while Jamison was stroking Pookie’s ass with his cock, he started playing his special song on the young teen’s balls with the vibrator. Pookie was soon so overwhelmed with these sweet sensations that it did not take long for something to happen.Pookie CAME. His back arched. His legs strained. His. I’ve always teased my wife for being one of these people whose life revolves around her TV shows and that night was a clear example of how I was on one level and she was on the other. In the past whenever something like that happen we usually laughed about it but this night we didn’t. We didn’t fight about it or anything but I got the sense later that she resented the fact that Sandra and I were talking about things that she did not understand. More specifically about things she did not care. But only if Em’s alright with it.” So the ball is in my court. It’s all about me now. Like, am I gonna disappoint Danny and send him home or am I gonna shag both him and Paul. Do I make do with one boy for the night? Or should I be greedy and have two? Decisions decisions. And we know what the decision is, don’t we? But the beauty of this is that it doesn’t look like I’m being unreasonable. Poor Petra is hoping desperately that I send Danny packing, of course she is. But she can’t really say.