When she came out, wearing her black panties, her bra back in place, she went to the mirror and straightened her disheveled hair and smoothed her skir.... “Hannah, I can’t let you go.” “Thom, I love being with you, but don’t make this more than it is.” “I don’t understand.” “This is play. It’s not real. It exists in our minds, our imaginations and nowhere else.” “No this room is real, Hannah. We’re here in this room. It might be a room we’ve paid for and don’t live in, but it’s real. I’m real. We entered the living room where porn was blasting and his partner sat wearing only a rope. The partner was massive, in more ways the one. He was older, but still had a great body. He had a little gut and looked like he played professional football in the 1970s of something. His cock peeped out of his rope. It was beautiful; a pink bulb that looked soft to the touch and the top of his veiny rock peeking out at me, just asking to be sucked. It wasn't exactly subtle, but they did find me eating. His sports coupe could easily take those bends at 70 mph and chances were, no traffic patrol would be around. He could cut his time in half and only be a half-hour late. Gerry made it about 5 miles down local 447 when the blaring siren and flashing lights caught up him and an angry cop ordered him to pull in the next side street over the pa system. Gerry immediately turned in the first dirt path he came up on, pulled his car off to the side, parked and waited for the officer. Gerry. “Sorry darling, I’ve been here a couple of minutes, you looked so young again getting undressed, it took my mind back to when you used to live here, can I come in?”“You don’t have to ask dad, of-course you can come in.” I took him by the hand and led him across to the bed. I sat him on the edge and as I stood in front of him, he pulled me to him and kissed my belly button. He put his hands behind me and I felt him gently knead each cheek of my bum. He made his tongue into a little point.