’ ‘I was once like my father?’ Béla asked, really intrigued, now. ‘Who was I?’‘Who you were is not pertinent information,’ the Praetor ...eplied, ‘and could be extremely distracting. The past is gone and cannot be recovered. NOW is what is important. You would do well to remember that!’‘Where have I heard THAT before?’ fumed Béla. ‘So you’re not going to tell me, huh? Well, I’ll just ask father!’‘That will do you no good, child,’ the Praetor replied, sounding rather imperious, now. ‘He does not. "Can I.... give it a go, Mr Andrews? I've never jerked off a guy before and want to see how it feels?" she asked of me.I gently nodded some encouragement to her as words failed me. She reached over as I removed my hand. My cock stood tall, proud and erect as it pointed to the ceiling. Her fingers gently guided themselves around the long shaft of my cock and she wrapped them tightly, the softness of her hand grasping upon my cock.She began to slowly jerk it for me. The feel of another person's. She pushed Fred away."Oh, Fred, I like you. You're great-looking, a terrific man. But I just couldn't."He patted her knee. "Sure, kid, I understand. Just don't mention my little pass to Sylvia. She thinks I never cheat." I won't, Fred. I won't."He jumped up. "Well, I'd better run along to the Shaftesbury. If I'm out of luck here, I can still make it there."That would give Sylvia enough time, ten minutes or so. She saw Fred out the door and then rushed to the phone. SYLVIA'S LINE WAS. Without a doubt”, was my reply. “Where. Where will you fuck me, hmmm?”, she asked again �" between kisses and gropes. “I’m torn. I want those pretty lips on my cock, for sure. I want to explode in your mouth..but I love your ass, too.” “You’d fuck my ass for me? Hmm? Good and hard?” I smiled, “oh yesss…yes I will.” Our next kiss was even more hungry as we both pondered that opportunity.At one point, I paused to sip my drink and I could feel her watching me. I looked back at her, only to feel.