What an actress she was.“I’m gonna have to give it a little stroke. Would you like to see me doing it? Would you like to be here watching me strok... it like I do with yours? You like my hand on you, don’t you?”I stepped forward as she reached out with the fingers that she’d taken from her cunt. I only just managed to stop myself from making a noise as she lightly feathered her wet fingertips around my shaft. She was no novice at this. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.“It’s very hard.. It was all part of the plan. We had your background checked and made sure that we could make you disappear without anyone tracing me to you. Why do you think we had our encounters in such safe places? Why do you think that I wore disguises?? Darla poured herself a drink. ?Did you really think I would leave my wonderful husband for you? You are only a plaything for us, and one that needed a lot of work to become what we always wanted.? *** Ten months ago?Dan removed the surgical gloves and. I listened with half an ear to the other, more slender, woman talking. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but her soft Southern accent was a delight to listen to. For a moment my thoughts drifted to Belle Boyd and the nights we had spent together during the American Civil War. I sighed. She had been dead for over a century by now. The years run by so fast and yet so slow when you live forever.Enough melancholy I scolded myself as the band began to play and some guy asked me for a dance. I. She wanted to be a photographer when she grew up.She went back to her post outside Jimmy's room. She had to put her hand over her mouth when she peeked in. Jimmy had his penis in his hand and was furiously rubbing his hand up and down on it. 'Jerking off!' The term popped into Terry's head as she brought her camera up and clicked the shutter. Until then, she hadn't thought about the noise the camera made. Fortunately, the music was loud enough to mask the sound. Bob looked from the magazine to.