We exchanged cell numbers and parted ways.As I was driving home I was so turned on that I began masturbating right there in the car. I shot such a big...load that my pants were stained and I had to sneak in the house and clean myself off.After a couple of weeks I got an email from kingcobra, who’s name was Leroy.‘Hiya Bill. Am still heading out your way in a couple of weeks. I would recommend you don’t have sex with your wife from now on as she will be horny and a much easier target. Later. "Lots of luck in the congeniality part of the contest -- and I can't wait to see you in a bathing suit, Sherwood!" laughed Casper, edging protectively behind a grinning Harrison."I would love to dance on your grave, you... you-" If you did, you would probably trip over your own big feet. Miss Randolph, what is your talent?" asked a grinning Casper.She looked like she would not like to answer. "Ballet," she said in a very soft voice.The other agents roared. "Macho Sherwood in a tutu! This we all. As she got out of her car, she tried to calm her trembling hands and strengthen her jelly legs. Sara walks into the restaurant, she scans the crowd to see the face she has studied for over a year. Finally…she sees him. Their eyes meet.First his eyes register shock, then confusion. Is this really her? Is this the girl that I have shared my life with for over a year? Then he sees the one thing that melted his heart the first time he saw a picture of her, except this time he sees it in person…her. Her hands were tugging, pulling, pushing, and kneading at his skin. She knew she must be leaving his shoulders red from the contact, but she could not bring herself to stop. Her body tingled, sizzled, and jumped at even the slightest contact. She ached from wanting. He trailed down further, his tongue hitting her on the navel. The little indent was providing a plethora of feeling for her. He knew by the way she was tensing, moving, arching, and grabbing that she was as hot as he was, maybe.