"I thought you'd be fantasizing about ... Oh, John Travolta, or Bruce Willis, or Sean Connery while you're getting yourself off." Well, I do think abo...t guys like that sometimes. But ever since the other night, well," she shrugged. "They're people I don't know, if you see what I mean. But that was the hottest thing I've ever done, so why wouldn't I think about it?" Huh. I kind of see what you mean, when you put it like that. It's just kind of half flattering and half embarrassing at the same. It was late anyway and we had an early flight. You were satisfied with me kneeling before you, my bare chest jutting forward like the prow of ships in port, your penis sliding in and out of my mouth.G-d, I love you! You are the head of our little family, my protector, my lord, my friend, my lover, my husband, and your needs are my needs.I knew your need, I knew it primarily from your texts, the tension in the lines, the firmness and resolution in your decisions. You were in “must get things. ”“Don’t make it weird, Sid.”Alex just kept watching from his spot on the floor.“Right,” Sid continued and moved to the mini fridge, “I’m just saying, Terry. When’s the last time you had fun? When’s the last time you got laid?”It had actually been years for Terry now, and this was starting to get him a little fired up, “What are you talking about, Sid? You have some plan to turn Thanksgiving into the 4th Hangover movie?Sid’s head was inside the fridge. “Gatorade?” He exclaimed. “You’re drinking. As he fingered her she reached over with her left hand and skillfully unbuttoned his pants. He finally glanced at her, a little nervous, but didn't try to stop her. She didn't have a good enough angle to really get him, but she knew how to drive him crazy. She reached in just enough to stroke the very tip of his penis, and stayed there until his breathing was heavy. She went a little further in then, running her fingers down the shaft and back up, focusing on the tip once again. He knew she was.