I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, act...ally. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic. "I'm out," he whispered to me."What?" Under the table," he explained. "I'm out." He grabbed my hands and guided them to his crotch. "Here.." His dick was indeed out, exposed, and he put my hand on it. It was like holding a gun, here was a hard, long cylinder that could shoot some wet, sticky ammunition. "Stroke it," "John" suggested. I did, giving him a hand job there. Meanwhile he was still nibbling on and licking my ears, his hand slowly moving up my inner thigh all the way to eventually my. 'She went into her kitchen to fix some 'nibbles' for later, idly wondering about Tom and realising how excited she felt at seeing him again. She knew Jim wouldn't mind - he liked to think that she had other interests anyway.The doorbell rang, Tom stood there babbling away aimlessly."What a goon, I left the key in the flat, popped outside and the wind blew the door shut. The landlord won't come till the morning so I am homeless for the night." Never mind, you are quite welcome here. I could do. "Molly is going to open up her house for them to stay in. It is not finished yet, but enough is completed so they will be comfortable. We should know before they leave if what we have is a go. Neil, I want you there of course and Ted should be there to answer any questions. I will be escorting Molly so she can veto any suggestions immediately if she thinks they are too radical."I have cautioned her and the same to you, Neil. Please don't mention money or where the financing will come from. I.