I smiled and replied "Thanks". He then climbed on the bed and got in between my legs. He continued to lick and suck on my nipples then worked his way...down. He ended up with both his hands on my cock, as I looked down at him. We made eye contact as he whispered "You have a nice cock", I replied with "Well, your only the second guy who has held it like that". He laughed and said "Well I guess im lucky #2 then" as he wrapped his lips around my cock. It felt so goooood, I thrusted my hips up. And in three months, not a single strange thing had happened. The “creep-ness” of the house was apparently just all in her head. Lewis had loved his ex-wife, Martha, and according to his accounts, she’d been a loving wife and super mother to Jackson. The rumors about her death still were whispered in the local gossip, even two years after she was buried. Apparently the official word had been that Martha accidentally took too much medication, but the truth, which Lewis had finally told her,. He looked excited and so was I. But I was a little nervous too as I was about to cheat on my husband and that too, with a young guy.The next week, my husband left and my kids were at school. Around 11 am, I finished my work and dressed in a sleeveless and backless red saree on his request.My doorbell rang and I opened my door for him. He had bought flowers for me. I felt nice and I asked him to sit in the hall and gave him water to drink. He was a little nervous too as he was also doing this. I spend my day in a bit of a haze as I mechanically guide crowds from exhibit to exhibit. The day seems to stretch indefinitely. Finally, my shift is over. I hurriedly made my way to the Greek exhibit, making a beeline for Zeno’s statue and touching it.His hulking form appears before me. “ Hello dear,” he says, smirking down at me, “ What should we do today? Ah, I see.”Before I can react, Zeno snaps his fingers and I find myself on a crowded train. I’m surrounded by male office workers. I’m.