It was so weird because Mr. Fitzpatrick was gross and ugly, but I couldn’t look away. “Does it ... hurt when it gets, you know, or I mean, does it...get trapped in your pants? Sometimes?”He smiled as I fumbled for words, “It doesn’t hurt. Feels pretty good. Go on now, you can touch it if you like.” I stalled for a moment, stopping myself. Instead of reaching down like I’d been picturing in my mind, I looked at him in shock at how curious I was to actually touch it. He grinned, “You know you want. A long trip. Dropped them off at the airport."With a sixteen hour head start, he could be in Venezuela by now," grumbled Murphy.The Albany, New York, police department was NOT closed due to the storm. It was just a rainy day in upstate New York. A brief check showed that no party of men got on any plane last night, not that there were so many flights out of Albany in the overnight period. Only two this morning, since the New York City airports were shut down: one going to Montreal, one to. ”I gave her a sideways glance. Her coat revealed nothing of her curves, but I could sense them anyway. She hadn’t asked if I was inclined to take her up on her offer of coming home with her, but perhaps she just knew, the way I knew. “It was hard this evening,” I said.“Do you mean it was hard or that you were hard?”She was some woman and no mistake. There seemed little point in trying to be subtle about things. “Trying to focus on what I was saying, and simultaneously wondering exactly how wet. I grabbed a couple of large pool towels that were just inside the door on a shelf above the washer and dryer and wrapped them around her. She thanked me and gave me a hug that lasted a bit longer and was a bit more intimate than one might expect from a mere hug of gratitude. I was grateful to be on the receiving end of her hug, as was my cock, which began to become engorged and grow in size and hardness. I’m certain that Lisa could feel it pressing against her body, just as I could feel her.