The blood which flowed toward my groin area began to fill my eighteen year old shaft. Smiling up at me, you said,’Well, Are you gonna just stand the...e or are you going to sit with me?’ I stared down at you with a smile. A soft grin found it’s way to my lips, as the erection in my jeans strengthened. I could feel a tickle deep within my shaft. Soon, the tickle traveled the full length of my rod and then from the slit at the tip of it’s head, came a gob of liquid. At least a couple of teaspoons. When I came by after work there was a car in front of the house. Since it is gone now, I will assume it was a woman,” she said.“Assume anything you want,” I suggested raising my voice a little.“Tell me what is going on,” she demanded.“I have a lady friend. She is a retired school teacher. She is the woman who wrote the screen play for Murder Of Eve.” I said.“Tell me you worked all night,” Thia said.“We worked all night,” I said. “Feel better?”She sat down heavily on the sofa. “I can’t believe. Stephanie hadn't really believed that this fantasy date stuff would work, but Darren had been hard from the time she picked him up.The flight was mostly uneventful. Darren was very attentive once he woke up. He ran his fingers up and down the edge of her blouse until Stephanie saw the stewardess walk by. Gently, she made Darren cool it until they walked into the hotel room.Dinner can wait, she thought to herself as she turned and wrapped herself around Darren. The sheer naughtiness of being. Actually, check that. There's one rock act out there whose material I refuse to even attempt." Who?" Evie, who'd been silently taking in this conversation, suddenly blurted out.I told them."You're kidding," Evie said, a surprised tone in her voice. "Pat, you could definitely handle it." That's not the problem," I asserted. "There's another thing to consider." And I explained my rationale."You do have a point there, sweetie," Inez declared. "But even so, I agree with Ev. You could do it."January.