"Hi," I said."Hi," she said quietly. "You don't look anything like I expected." Is that good or bad?" I asked, concerned she was going to run screamin... from my place. I sat on the couch in my front room. She was standing, obviously uncomfortable."No, you're okay looking. Just older than I expected. Is your name really Mike?" she asked.I nodded. "I used it when I wrote my first story and I've never been creative enough to come up with a better name."She was still standing in the center of the. 'Politely declining' in this case meant that he decided to jump out the window in an effort to not be roped into a stable relationship. Shame that he forgot he was on the sixty ninth floor of a huge hotel skyscraper in New York City.Ironically, he didn't die from the fall, but rather died midway from the STDs he gotten from an entirely different girl from six months back. Life has a great sense of humor sometimes.Anyway, all four girls that were in his sex-spree met up during his funeral and. Jean put her arm around me and held me close. I turned my head towards hers and we had a short tentative kiss. Jean said “Anne you mentioned that needed some romantic attention tonight”. I said yes, Jean said “Carol and I have been lovers for years, but I wouldn’t mind making love to someone as beautiful as you. I replied “wait ten minutes; I have a surprise for you”. I went to the master bedroom and changed into my new outfit. I called Jean to come in and her mouth dropped wide open with a. His cock was really hard now and he started to press it against me sort of humping against me while we kissed. I was feeling hotter than ever and my whole body was tingling. Are you horny? he asked me. Yeah, I said. Good, cause I am really horny right now, he told me. His hand went for my boob and I grabbed it, stopping him. What are you doing? I asked. Touching you. Why? Too far? Uh, no, its just…theyre not like Emmas, I said. I didnt want him to be disappointed. I dont care, theyre yours so.