. and waited. This was odd; no this was more than odd. Aristotle never failed to appear when called."C ... Chris can I have a w ... ord?" the voice ca...e from a doorway, but it wasn't Aristotle, this was Ichabod the Library of Zorba'n."Of course Ichabod, please come in." I said puzzled.Into my library stepped a man from the seventeenth Century, wearing a frock coat and a tricorn hat, he was straight out of the Disney cartoon version of 'Sleepy Hollow' sporting a large nose and a pigtail on the. .. to see more ... to understand more. I learned to question prisoners in Iraq and Afghanistan. That is where I learned to tell the difference between lies and truth. That is also where I grew conscious of straining, mentally, to reach something just beyond my reach. I think it all started even before that. I was in New York during the terrorist attack that brought down the Twin Towers. I was eleven years old then. That changed me, somehow. I began getting feelings when I was with my mom or dad. Christine couldn’t help but press her fingers between her legs to dull the ache there.Dan’s grip on the sink counter behind him tightened, his pleasure plainly written on his face. His muscles bulged as he tensed, his hips twitching toward her hot mouth. Christine knew he must be on the edge, and Becky must have sensed it as well. She cupped the orbs below her chin in her hand and gingerly squeezed them while her mouth engulfed and released him at a furious pace.Only the faintest croak of a. It eventually escalated to me standing behind her on the packed train in the morning with my cock getting ever harder with the sway of the train while it bounced and rubbed on the crack of her ass. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business.