It was Friday evening and we were the last two in the office, she had let it slip earlier in the week that her husband was away for the weekend, "you ...ancy a drink" i asked really meaning "i'm going to try and fuck you".We got to a wine bar and soon as the wine flowed the chat turn to sex and fantasies. She was wearing a black short skirt and white top, her firm breasts putting an im possible strain on the buttons, as the talk got dirtier i could see the shape of her nipples showing through.. But, my God! How risky would that be? Would Ellie's ideal of the man she wanted disappear, the moment she found out who I really was? Would I -- Young Karl -- disappear myself? Forever?How unimaginably painful that would be, for me! To disappear in a puff of smoke, and find myself, once again, an old man, feeling more feeble than ever after the cruel experience of having, briefly, regained my youth and vigor.Would Ellie then see me for who I really was, and be overcome with revulsion?And how,. Still, I did not want her frowning at ME!"Uh, yeah... I mean... yes, I am registered, thank you. I already know who is going to win, though," I answered, opening my mouth and inserting my foot.She raised her eyebrows at this statement. "And how would you know that?" she asked."Simple. I ran a model of all known facts: the polls, past voting results, the economy, etc. Then I plugged in a percentage for the 'unknown' factor, and input it to my computer. The results were that the current seated. ‘Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.’ She opened her eyes and saw him, a look of lust on his face, staring intently, his gaze burning into her. She reached the edge and plunged off of it, wailing and thrashing on the sofa, her hand clutching her breast, hand covering her mound. She couldn’t help closing her eyes as the waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over her. As it subsided, she suddenly felt his mouth clamp over her breast, sucking her nipple into her mouth, seizing it.