I asked her, “You wouldn’t seriously be considering it, would you?”She looked down a moment, then back at my face, “It’s so much money! Do y...u know what we could do with that? And it’s only one month!”She was considering it. And I think she actually wanted to do it! I closed my eyes a moment and let out a long sigh. “What do you know about this guy? What did you do that left him that enamored with you?”“He’s the one I told you I’d tell you about later. Remember I said that I wouldn’t go back to. I was in heaven but my obsession was growing. Pretty soon it would be out of control, or wait…maybe it was already out of control.By the end of the first month, my desire to take things to the next level was taking over all of my sense of sanity. Even though I had exposed my cock and masturbated in restaurants many times before, it was always in places that I was "passing through" and probably would never ever visit again. But now I found myself wanting to, no…needing to pull my cock out in a. .. I fit myself against him in every imaginable configuration; touched, felt, explored, got the same done to me. The first time I orgasmed and it WASN’T me, it was Don, that night, using gentle, slow fingers.Finally I pulled him over me. “Don...” and I kissed him as he pushed gently a few times, lining up, lubricating, and then the most wonderful feeling of friction and fullness as he entered me.I think I died. Had to be heaven. Had to die to get there.No, no orgasm that way. Not that time. I. I walked over to her and stood right in front of her, my cock standing straight and begging to be played with. Sade shook her head and grabbed my cock. She kept a firm grip and stroked the entire length. Her other hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. The pain was exquisite and I groaned. I thrust into her hand and she squeezed my cock tighter as she stroked me. I groaned and waited to see what she would do. Pulling my cock, she forced me to step closer to her. My shins banged against the couch.