“But, I don’t like being outside,” he says, wearily looking around. “I don’t want to be here.”Her smile softens but doesn’t fade. A blu...h of pink colours her cheeks as she tilts her head aside and says, “Oh, Pete.”He senses it’s a playful scolding and asks, “Who are you?”“You know.”His chin moves forward and he peers through the rain streaking his glasses. Shaking his head slowly, he says, “I don’t.”She steps backwards, her hands behind her back, pinching her lower lip with her teeth teasingly. They were far more respectful of their guest than many of the liberal political shows. Melinda had been trying for months to get me on one of their shows. I finally agreed.For an hour I answered rapid fire questions. They covered most everything that had happened politically for the last six months. There were extensive questions about the California, Oregon, Washington and New York homeless problems and the resulting actions I had taken.The last twenty minutes were on Nigeria and Russia. Her breathing had nearly returned to normal as she began kissing my chest and reached for my cock. It was no longer steely, having lost some of its force whilst I had focused on satisfying Eve's desires. Her free hand skimmed over my arms, shoulders and chest, tickling the tiny hairs - as if the stimulation of my cock in her soft hand wasn't enough. She kissed her way down my chest, lingering to lick my nipples... then down my stomach. Her second hand clasped my cock. The stroking ceased as her. “Because of you, I’ve haven’t been able to find another man to satisfy me.” She leaned forward and whispered, “No one can fuck me the way that you did. No one can make me cum like you did. Because of you, I’m always left wanting.”The soft smile left his face showing a look of true concern. “I don’t understand.”Lisa leaned in more. “Didn’t we have world class sex?”“I thought we did,” he answered.“We did, Mickey. It was astoundingly great. You left me like a melting scoop of ice cream every.