I was jealous about this son of a bitch that was taking my sensual wife just because he had the power of doing it. The bastard was pressing on her and...even blackmailing my poor Anita.My imagination ran wild. I put some headphones on and just closed my eyes there sitting in the car, listening every sound and enjoying this as it was a porn movie.Ana just moaned and cried in ecstasy from time to time. I could clearly hear the bed rocking as this man fucked my wife.It sounded just amazing. I was. But then, Alex had at least gotten his little brief moment in the big time, and had made good with it.And he'd managed to capture the heart of young Maria Warren, the boss' daughter. Lots of guys have done way worse than that!We held down the Mets and wrapped up a basically pretty dull-and-drab Game Four, 6-3. Alex and Freddie shut them down without a base runner in the final three.The Series was tied, two apiece. Game Five, Thursday in Shea Stadium; Game Six (which would, indeed, be. For example, if they discovered that my body's healing rate was at least three times faster than normal (I hadn't re-measured it since my last merge) and that I'd not had even a cold for the last two years, then they'd almost certainly get very excited and never let me go. They might also start doing experiments on me that'd make it even harder for me to escape, such as breaking one of my legs to see how fast it healed.With some tests I could easily get away with hiding my abilities, such as. We stood there for a couple of minutes and did not move apart. It felt so good to be close to her. I started to kiss her neck and my hands rubbed her little belly. She pushed her ass into my groin and I could feel myself swell. Zana responded to my kisses and touches with heavier breathing. I could see her hands gripping the kitchen counter so hard that her knuckles turned white as she slowly rubbed her ass over my hardening cock. I let my hands explore more of her body as she clearly was.