“Yah, you’re right honey”.OMFG, what was I going to do if it happened again. And what was I going to do about my raging hardon that wouldn’t s...ttle down.So, our card game and drinking went on until one in the morning, when finally everyone decided to turn in. As I lay in bed listening to my wife snore, my cock had the sheets raised and wouldn’t calm down. Either I was going to have to jerk off or wake up my wife for sex. Before I could decide, I heard our door open. And then footsteps towards. She and Black were rich. In the big trunk she had built, full-balls of perfect spider silk were piling up. The next time she approached people, she would be more open and honest. She would explain how the thread had been made not to be taken for a thief. Maybe, after being told about Black, people would actually be able to face him without fear. She didn’t see a future with her and Black living amongst others. Even if people should learn not to think of him as a monster, they’d refer to him and. After all she'd been to college, she'd been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years. She'd moved in larger circles, done grander things. Billy was just a kid really. Well, he was nineteen. Not exactly a kid. And by the way his jeans fit him, he wasn't built like a kid either."Damn," she breathed to herself. She'd awakened late on this Saturday morning and sensed that the house was empty. She remembered that her folks had planned to go the short distance into town for some shipping and had. John and I talked again for a while, sipping our beers. Then I felt his hand move from his knee, between our legs, up our thighs and back down. I felt myself stiffen. I relaxed as his hand stopped at his knee. A moment later, his movement repeated. This time I didn't automatically react to it. Much of my attention was diverted from John by my attention to his movement. This time, it soon repeated. And again. Could it be accident? I thought so. Surely. Then I felt his fingers on the.