I let my weight put that familiar pressure on my erection- then on my prostate as I let my imagination wander.Tom manoeuvred his cock as if he were br...nging a cannon to bear. Paula's legs were spread wide, and she was beginning to whimper a little in anticipation. I saw him pull back the foreskin of his cock revealing a large, purple mushroom head- as large as a plum. He rubbed it up and down against her pussy; I could hear a sticky wet sound. Paula turned her face away from him and caught her. Help. I could take your place pretending."I laughed. "I thought you only like older women." I'll make an exception," he blurted out without giving it a thought."Mac, I told you all this in strict confidence. I hope you won't be the one to let our secret out."His eyes moved recklessly, showing his mind was working overtime, calculating. "I'm not going to say anything." Good," I said, wanting to believe him."Have you thought about what you'll do if Kelley wants you to stop seeing Megan? I can't. A few minutes later, I checked on her wine and topped her glass. On our datesI am not supposed to "hover" around her, she says. She does not like it whenI act like something sexual is going to happen (and sometimes it doesn't).The night must run on her schedule, not mine. On my way back to the kitchen,I stopped in the bathroom to take my Viagra so as to be ready if she neededme hard later. I started the dishwasher and then went back to the bedroom againand refilled her glass. Now, was a good. The heiress represented the retreat rebuilding contingent. Most of my artist friends showed, an excuse to drink as did the poets for similar reasons. The drummer and his family came along with the mulatto. In fact they jammed with Negro friends Mother hired for the reception. The lighting kid showed, still mooning over my sister despite the lengthy separation, and they snuck off to fuck at some point during the festivities for old time's sake, turning mooning into a permanent smile for the rest.