“She looks out for you,” Liz told me. “She worries about you and, well, she’s familiar, I think, with my dating patterns.”“Yeah,” Sarah ...aid. “I’m not ... look, I like you, Liz. I really do. But ... well, I do love Travis. We all love him.”“I know,” Liz said without rancor. “And I expected this reaction. I’ll just give you my word that I will never intentionally hurt him.”“It’s more the unintentional hurt I’m worried about,” Sarah said.“She’s been honest with me from the first,” I cut in,. " Jazz..." Come to me when it's time."I could hardly hear her last words."Jazz? Jazz?"Nothing. Only the darkness and silence."Carlos, can you hear me?" Jazz?" But it wasn't her voice. It was another voice, strangely familiar."No, sweetheart. Not Jazz. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."I heard sobbing. Then more silence.Something was touching my hand. It was warm and soft. It was a hand, a female hand. But it wasn't Jazz's hand. It was someone else. I had the sense that the hand had been there for a. .." Franklin pleaded.The horrible cunt, a squat man with a dark receding hairline and nervous, shifty eyes, finally began to make his way downstairs. When he came into view he was staring appreciatively at his gold Rolex. Franklin, backing himself into his boxers turned and leaned back towards the stovetop – parking his hard-on under the countertop, exasperated, looking as nonchalant as possible."After he leaves...I'm gonna suck you raw, Daddy." Kitty said in an all too audible enough tone as. I was more interested in the something.We got to his place which was a dirty hovel in a high rise block of flats not far from where I lived......he made a coffee and asked me all sorts of questions about sex and all manor of dirty sleazy things which made my cock twitch in no time at all......he brought up his wearing undies and stockings and I said it had turned me on seeing him in them which I don't think he expected by the look on his face.He asked if I had ever felt the urge to wear them.