," the man mumbled, unable to complete a full sentence."You have no idea who I am, what I represent, what I'm looking for, or what I do," I told him, ...etting visibly angry. Anyone who was drawn to me by the energy I gave off would be able to convey that easily enough, but only a fraud would fumble for an excuse to follow me. "Get the fuck away from me you damn poser. I'm not a damn angel. I'm just a kid on vacation."I stormed off leaving the poor guy on his knee looking confused, mumbling. I’ve met your parents several times since they moved in, they said you live in the city somewhere?” Nicki asked intently.Jacob told her about his job, where he was living, and explained to her how he had gotten the opportunity to see the new house for the first time.“That’s the basics of me, so tell me a little bit about Nicki Gibson?” Jacob asked curiously.Nicki sat back and sipped her drink. She told Jacob about her marriage into a very wealthy family and how she and her ex -husband had lived. We raise our glass to each other, and I slip my hand under the table. Sam stops and doesn't take a sip. I was teasing her that time. “To good times!” “To good times.” She is smirking and looking me right in the eyes. I take the remote control from my pocket, and slide it across the table to her. She grabs it, at first, to keep it out of sight. She quickly puts it in her purse. I am 'gambling' by doing this. Paul the waiter comes up. We have chatted with him since our very first visit to La. Oh, the hell she was! She was my girl and she wasn’t anybody’s whore!With Claire’s help, I became undressed. My cock was rock-hard, engorged with blood, and elongated by lust. “Don’t let the wheelchair fool you, Sweetheart,” I assured. “I can fuck!”Claire climbed back into my lap this time with her back to me. She bent over, wriggled her ass against my erection, and seemed to be begging, “Prove it!”Grabbing my cockshaft with one hand, I guided it towards the dripping vaginal void ahead. .