My hormones are in an upswing and at any moment I would like to fuck you. But you are not here. The rare moments that I am horny through my monthly cy...le and you are not here. Sometimes I let my hands stray down into that lovely bush and I play. But I am not excited as when you are beside me urging me on. I get frustrated and stop. I turn and hug your pillow and I will myself to sleep. Insomnia ensues. I think about your cock. I love how it smells in your underwear, the pheromones you exude. I heard the crunching sound of gravel, as Paul drove up the driveway. My parents where interstate for a business meeting, they told me they would be home sometime next week. Paul: "Hey ricko! I'm here!"I opened up the door and let Paul in, he had a sick pack of Coronas, my favorite beer. By this time it was around 6pm, and we decided to put on the wrestling I recorded earlier. We cracked open the cold ones and enjoyed the program. It was a really cold night, we were beside each other under a. My hands stopped moving. "Really?"She sighed exasperated. "Yes. Really. That's one of the reasons you're not supposed to ask. Because either they are thinking of some dirty, depraved thing, which is good but embarrassing, or they are thinking about something mundane like the grocery list, which would suck." Cocksucking isn't depraved." I countered."No. You're right, you caught me in an innocent moment." She said happily.I laughed, thinking if that was an innocent moment, I couldn't wait to see. After listening for about twenty minutes, I grabbed my jacket and drove over to the mall. I didn't have a house, my kids controlled most of my money, but at least I could still drive. In addition to my Social Security check, I had a small pension. I gave my benefactors five hundred dollars each month to off-set expenses, which I thought was generous, and I still had a nice wad left over to spend on fancy lunches, snacks, and car insurance.The mall was air conditioned and full of life. I had.