I opened the door thinking that this was going to be good. I'd just met him at a local bar and after conversation and four drinks had invited him over... It was lunchtime but I was only hungry for him. I hadn't fucked anyone for a long time and I had a need. It felt insatiable as he grabbed a tit while closing the door behind him then slowly pushed me back into the living room while grabbing hold of my other tit and squeezing both of them hard.I felt out of breath and think I gasped when he. "Beats a safety razor any day of the week," I'd observed as I performed my ablutions. Several men watched with awe, having never seen this particular piece of citadel technology before. I offered it to one of them and he used it to remove several days of stubbly growth.I sat before a panel of five, their sceptical looks turning more amenable as I answered their questions with ease. Only Vanessa remained unfazed, glancing at me from time to time with abject hostility. I'd just finished providing. She asked if I could have dinner with her so we could catch up and talk about my portrait."Sure, if that's what you want to do. I thought you might want to take some time off to, uh, get over Emile's death." Death is part of life, Terry. It happens, we grieve, we get over it. Now, for dinner on Friday, do you want real food or should I order in a pizza?"You can never have too much pizza. What time should I come over?" Whenever you want but I'll plan to have the pizza delivered at six, OK?" See. "Are they coming?" my Aunt asked and I almost choked when she said it."Um, I didn't see them," I answered nervously."Oh, I'll go get them, then," and she got up and went inside.I stood there thinking that this might be a good time for me to leave and go home, there was just no way to tell what might happen if she catches them at what they were doing.Then, in a few minutes, my Aunt Deb came back out, telling me, "Um, I couldn't find them either."She had a grin on her face that made me wonder if.