I sometimes get teased about my flirting with young kids. I’ve dated, but when my sister hears about a girl, she wants to know the wedding date. So,...she doesn’t hear about many.”“She apparently heard about me.”“You called me when she was there. She hadn’t heard about you up to then.” So, he wasn’t thinking about a wedding with her. She shouldn’t be disappointed. She was frightened when she thought about being married to him. Still, she felt a little disappointed.“Look,” he continued. “I speak. Com/story/Susan-Storm%27s-Secret-Life.10398I’ve started with a synopsis recap, for the benefit of those who don’t want to dig through the original sprawling epic!But I’m still happy for people to go back and add chapters to the original story, and to this one! Everything goes. As long as people are writing chapters of erotic fiction featuring my fave character – Sue Storm, I’ll be a happy chap. Now, with that out of the way, on with the sequel…__Previously, in ‘Susan Storm’s Secret Life’…In. What had it been now? A week? No, he corrected himself, it had been 10 days! When they'd first began this relationship, two days seemed like a year to the younger man, but now, after patient coaching and encouragement, he'd gone for TEN DAYS IN A ROW! That was a lot of time to endure! So, leaning forwards in his rolling chair, he began stroking the young man's still erect cock, as well as lightly squeezing, and tugging, on his balls; and the young man leaned his head back and let out a long,. ”“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said with a wicked grin.There was an unoccupied bay just past the shower area. We agreed to move our stuff to that bay. He called the bottom bunk which was fine with me. Since everyone else was asleep, moving a vinyl mat and a plastic tote silently was difficult, but we managed. The bay was fairly dark, but we could still see well enough. I put my mat on the top bunk and my box of stuff under the table, leaving my hair conditioner out on the.