Looking at me with this dark eyes, he smiled. "When can we see each other again?"Inwardly, I said "never," but to his face, I said, "We'll see." I sta...ted to get out of bed, but he put his hand on my arm. It was a heavy hand, with powerful fingers, attached to a strong, muscular arm."Wait," he said."What is it?" I asked."Can we talk a while?"I didn't want to talk. I wanted to put my clothes on, go home, soak in a hot bubble bath, and forget I'd ever met Manuel. "Talk? About what?" Us."My. I didn't compare her with or to the others, didn't spend time wishing they were there as well. I just enjoyed being with her.But when they were together, like when we went to sleep at night, it was as if we were one person, and that was always when I was the happiest and most content.No, I hadn't gone looking for the relationship I'd ended up with. But I didn't turn it down either. I could have ... and maybe I should have. But I didn't, so maybe, deep down that was what I'd wanted all. Possibly off her rocker, but definitely not kidding. I contemplated what she'd said and as ridiculous as it sounded, frankly, the thought really turned me on. I shifted around a bit to hide my rapidly growing hard on. Before Katie had a chance to notice and probably tease me about it, she looked at her watch, "Crap! I'm late for my call…gotta go!" I spent the weekend replaying the conversation with Katie in my head. She HAD to be kidding…just fucking with me. Weird sense of humor on that one,. She was bent over the arm of the sofa, her hot bottom stuck in the air, giving them a perfect view of her toto as it bulged backwards between her thighs like a split peach. ?Open your legs nice and wide for Brian he’s going first.? ?Oh please I can’t! Don’t make me!? she pleaded, squeezing her legs together and looking desperately back over her shoulder and shuddering at what she saw. The old man was no longer wearing anything below his waist and he had his erect cock in his.