Facially he reminded me a little of a young Christopher Plummer. Only better looking.Again it occurred to me, given the height difference and his now ...pparent athletic build (woof!), that if he wanted to fuck me he probably would. But by now, even though I hadn't prepared for such an eventuality - it was all a bit off the cuff and both of us were not bottoms as a preference anyway - that I would probably let him.The only guy to have fucked me was my fuck buddy and he was such a tender and. I tried telling Jen my concerns, but talking about it got me excited and hard (despite the anguish), so it always ended up with us having amazing sex. My reaction got Jen believing it excited me when she flirted with Ricky in front of our friends -- which it did -- so she started doing it more, delighted by how kinky and demented I was.To celebrate my birthday, Jen threw me a party with about 30 of our friends. She looked amazing. I guess maybe I should describe her. She's a head shorter than. On the way home I stopped at the parking structure where the station wagon was. It was still there, and would be for a week since it was clear the car was disabled. The plates were still on it so Abril would get a call to remove it sometime. We would send a truck to drag it out before the LAPD got involved wasting time and asking questions. No good could come of that.At the car I staged the fight. I splashed blood on each side of the seat, used a knife to slash some fabric and the seat belt on. “I shouldn’t be any later than eleven,” I said to my substitute sitter. “My cell number is on the cork board in the kitchen if something comes up.”“Don’t worry,” she replied with an odd gleam in her eyes. “I’ll be waiting for you.” Throughout that evening’s dinner meeting I couldn’t concentrate. I excused myself at one point with the thought that I should call Kitten’s home to inquire about her. But what would I say to her parents? Instead, I took the opportunity to call my wife to check in.