Pulling me close, as they brush against your chest, you shiver in desire and smile.I enjoy the feeling out your hands on my back, as we press close ag...in. We kiss, not hesitating, our tongues greeting each other like two old friends. My pelvis pressing into yours, but with a difference, it encounters my stiffening penis. You move me close to the bed, and pull me close again, as you chuckle huskily and wiggle your hips. There is a flurry of fingers and clothing. Until we are both naked in each. ”“Shoulda caught that pass.”“I know!”We bumped fists and chuckled.“The point is that the news should be back to the shooters bosses by now and we can expect to have some traffic between these guys and we need to get to it.”“Um, Wildman?”“Yeah Jack.”“I can see why you need Recon and Digger and Rocker and the lawyer. Why am I here?”“Jack, these guys beat up my wife. She had bit marks on her body, not hickies, bite marks, teeth marks. The three guys were all big guys. If it comes to a hand to hand. Something happened, something changed in the way I looked at Mrs. Wright. She’d always been just a neighbor, an adult. My mom’s friend, Krissie’s mom, dad’s partners wife. Just another adult. Had I ever thought of her in a sexual context growing up? Looking back I realize I must have, she was a beautiful woman. But if I did, and I don’t really recall it, it was just background sexual noise that was drowned out by the sexual feelings I’d had for the more legitimate and likely targets of a horny. Yamato when we were alone. I was afraid I might forget who I was with and do something I shouldn’t.“I need to know what to expect or I’ll be too nervous.” She turned around. “Oh, I should just cancel and not go,” she said, stamping her foot and raising her hand to cover her face.“Mom, Mom,” I said, stepping up to her back and putting my arms around to comfort her. “Don’t be silly. It’s nothing, really.” She sniffed. “Look, I’ll show you.” Gently, I turned Mom around. When she was facing me, her.