Paul. I didn’t answer him and kept studying. After a few moments, he got up and came close to me.He put one hand on the table and another on my thig... and pretended like he was looking at my book. He stayed like that for a few minutes. Then he started to move his hand on my thigh near my cock.I looked at him and asked, “What are you doing?” in a low volume. He said, “You need some relaxation, and I think this can help so try to relax.” He then put his hand on my cock and started to rub it. We went to church and afterwards he came to see my 1 st apartment. I was so excited and so happy to have him there. We started watching TV and talking about old times. He looked at me and before I could say anything, he kissed me. His lips were so soft and his taste was so sweet. His hands were on my cheeks guiding my head with his as he was kissing me breathless. He began to move hands down and underneath my blouse. He began to play with my breast. Squeezing, rubbing and pinching. His thumb. ” I lowered my glasses and reached for a smoke. “Fitzwater hates same-sex lovers. He’s a jerk who gets off violating bisexual women. He’s earned the right to retribution.” I chuckled at the erections the men were growing.“His mind must be a mess; his homophobic hand welded to the prick of his gay-bashing buddy. Those boys can’t move without stroking each other. Poetic justice in a daisy chain of mutual involuntary masturbation,” she laughed.Sheila played with words like a cat with a mouse. Some sets had been built and some had been put together from previous plays. In a matter of hours the production had started in earnest. Both Ken and Barbara were sent all over the theater for various items of need. Props were put into certain staging areas for readiness. The entire group became more alert.At least that's the way Barbara felt as she helped one person and then another. The tone of everyone's voice had lowered and the joking had decreased. The practicing had begun for various.