Tyler exhaled.“What?” he asked, finally. “What is it, Sofia?”“I don’t know,” she said, with all the nonchalance of a forest fire. “I j...st – you know.”He looked at her then and her eyes flicked up to meet his, wide and innocent and more beautiful than he could ever hope to put into words. He hated himself. He hated himself for being so hungry, so desperate, so destructive. Everything he wanted from her felt like it was bound tight somewhere deep inside but every time he looked at her, the whole. She then asked, "Now, you wouldn't lie to me would you?" I quickly shook my head no. I felt my cheeks get warm. I felt so uneasy. She made a copy and handed back my ID. I sat down and waited. Then the door behind the lady opened and I was greeted by a familiar face.It was the lady in the yellow dress! I stood up and felt relief seeing her. She walked over to me smiling. "I'm so happy to see you cutie!" She gave me a hug. I felt a surge in my pants. Her touch seemed to give me energy. I followed. ” He urged hoarsely.“Don’t be ridiculous.” I chinned the collar away from my neck, and he unlocked it.The dresser clock chimed eight o-clock. I rose, showered quickly, dressed, and entered the kitchen.Mother read the paper while I fixed French toast and turkey sausages. “I don’t approve.” She muttered.“What?” I asked setting the table.Two teams, baseball and soccer are fighting for access to the sports arena. The world would be a better place if society emphasized games of cooperation rather. She had taken that well, I must say. But I was establishing parameters. Yes, I was letting her know I was in charge here. I patted her leg and rose. Going out the door I heard a giggle.Yes, she had taken it well. I needed Erica. My cock was so fucking hard! My finger went to my mouth. It tasted of honey and jasmine.In my bedroom I stripped out of my clothing. I sat in my easy chair, waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom.I heard her drying her hair. I slowly stroked my dick. It was.