True to the agent’s promise, there was a two thousand dollar insurance deposit. I begged off from Buddy’s presence and did a little more shopping....I needed more than one or two changes of clothes. That’s not bad. Buying a bottle of perfume, though. Luxury. I deserve a luxury. Right?When I walked back into Buddy’s room, I think he caught a whiff. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. Maybe it’s a good choice for me. That’s the romantic side. The analytic side is kicking my head asking why. I reach the bottom of the stairway, stopping there briefly. A stir of arousal strikes me like a bolt of lightning in the groin. It urges me onward with trepidation and anticipation. I know I have to ascend the stairs and find the foundation of these sumptuous reverberations. I reach the door at the summit of the flight of steps. Again I try to assess, through the closed door who could be creating these extraordinary outcries, but to no avail. Reaching with a shaking hand I unlatch the hasp and. I just kept reminding myself, I was doing this for my special friend. Not to mention how good it might feel when I came.The drive to school was an education on pain and pleasure. Accelerating, braking, turning, stopping, and then there were the bumps. Oh, the speed bumps. Not to mention potholes! Each one bounced me in my seat causing the phallus to feel like it was pumping in and out. I didn't know what it would be like to have Randy put his dick in there again. But I was getting an idea. By. I know from our talk that you have a couple of other people you have played with too.I recalled that you once kicked her out of your bed, despite her total availability and no particular reason you couldn’t have blinked each other’s lights out. I believe that started her on a new course that turned her into the woman she is today – the woman I love.“I then bounced around with societal expectations for an engaged couple and most couples – monogamy, exclusivity, and so on, as well as how visible.