Time to chat online for a bit. That way both hands are busy on the keyboard and I can only get the odd quick stroke in before I send a reply. Some guy... are wannabes and ask a lot of questions, some are fellow cucks, sometimes the odd bull will chat, lots of times some guy wants to tell me that I have a tiny penis and I don't deserve to have a fine piece like my wife all to myself. They tell me all about their large cock and what they want to do with it. By this time I am very hot and bothered.. In no time, it turned into a lip lock and we were exploring the art of kissing. Our body heat, saliva, and seductive odor started flowing endlessly, making it irresistible and erotic.We started feeling each other’s body, I was sliding my left hand all around her back and curvy waist. In no time, my hand was caressing her ass which was firm and soft at the same time. In the meantime, she slid her right hand inside my t-shirt and was feeling my bare chest. Soon her hand was playing with my. Quickly, he pushed away from the computer. His fingers flew towards theclasps on his clothing, intending to get the garments off before the changekicked in... ..but, even as he reached for the button on his slacks, the material andclasp writhed under his fingers and began to shift. "Wow - he thought of everything..." Steve said, even as the clothing onhis form writhed into new configurations. But as interesting as that sensation was, it wasn't nearly as interestingas the sensation of his. “And what brings you to first class to propose to me?” Now my eyes twinkle. Without missing a beat, he replies, “Hi, I’m William Prince, call me Bill” stretching his hand toward me. I grasp it fully and firmly. I want him to know I am a pro, no pushover, who just landed a major contract. “Marci. Marci …..,” I hesitate, wondering whether I should let this stranger know my last name or too much else about me. After all I just met him. “Hi, Marci,” he jumps in sensing my fleeting caution. “I.