. Go'n you can tell me..." I listened closely asBilly and Carl stopped chatting for a while as I became too nervous to say it right at that moment. In...tead of telling him what was really on my mind, I sort of stammered and I said, "I---I... Ummm. I wishI could stay here more often..." Sam said, "Well I suppose you could... you just have to talk with Momm,I'm sure she'll let you stay over whenever you want..." We arrived at the arcade after walking for quite some time and I was excited to start. Yours. It was enough, enough for her, enough for now. Yours. It was a triumph, a revelation of her own strength, and prowess. And the sign that he needed her, too.For a few moments, it was nice, to just lie in his arms. Exerted muscles burned away the cool touch of the night and the scent of their combined lust hung in the air. Breathing in tandem, they both fought to catch their breath, to recover from energetic passion. It didn’t last long. The ground was hard and flecks of dirt stuck to. Kent laughed, “Dude, aren’t you almost seventy?”Mark raised an eyebrow at Kent and answered, “Dude, I’m sixty-seven and my dick works just fine. Look, you want to see another man fuck your wife, I’m offering. What’s the big deal?”Kent hesitated and said, “Mark, she’s twenty-three. No offense, but you could be her grandpa.”Mark laughed, then he invited Kent back to the house to have a drink with him.Once inside, Mark asked, “Are you worried your Libby won’t find me attractive enough because I’m. This file has the whole report in detail. It is yours. And please, don’t bother paying me the rest of the amount.” “No, no, Ms. Salma” I slurred, getting up, “I insist. You worked hard.” “No, really, Mr. Arun, it’s okay.” Salma said. I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it. “Mr. Arun, did you come by car?” she asked. “Yes.” I said, holding the chair for support. “You are in no position to.