He reciprocates. I stare into his beautiful dark eyes, he stares back. We're locked together. “I love you,” I say. “I love you,” he replies. ...I’m reaching for the shower head, pull it around, and spray him clean. He wiggles. I get on my knees, sort of, and reach for his dick. He wasn’t expecting this, jerks back almost. “Lemme,” I say. It’s as if he feels guilty, violating shower conventions or what not. He thrusts his pelvis, I take his dick into my mouth, and suck. He’s new to this, you can. The mystery of the crate was solved as he saw his wife’s name, Jennifer, printed on the outside. Now the address the deliveryman mentioned came back to him! It was his wife’s old studio address. She was a painter and had rented space in the older storefront for a few years after they had been married; using it as her studio and gallery space. She was known for her watercolors on both a local and national level. She was a much sought-after person for portraits, especially of children for the. .. platonically speaking now, we love each other. I've always thought you were very attractive. I mean, I can't say I longed to be in bed with you, but I found you to be a real cutie pie." I thought that about you too. Although, I thought of you as beautiful." Really? Wow. That's so sweet, Mar. But, all I'm trying to say is, it doesn't seem like such a stretch to think that we might develop stronger feelings for each other. But here's what I think now, Mary."Nancy put her hand behind Mary's. Aren't you are a man whore?"I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to moan, "Yes, God yes." You want me to fuck that man whore ass don't you bitch," he said."Yes anything, just fuck me." I begged."Simon, did you know your girlfriend was a man whore?" he asked."No, I had no idea," Simon said simply."Well she wants to be a man, and to be fucked like a man, don't you?" he asked turning to me."Yes, I want to be fucked," I said."Do you want my sissy dick up your ass?" he asked.I knew my lines..