In a much calmer voice I said. "That's not how it is going to happen. Take off your clothes and get on the bed." "Mister, I have never been with any...ne but my husband. I will suck you again till you are completely empty. Please!", she said thru her sobs."I said take off your clothes and get on the bed. Do it now", I said in a forceful but not angry voice. I started undressing and so did she. "What's your name?" I asked. "Maria", she quietly said as she climbed, naked onto my bed. I was. "Lenny Rubenstein," he finally responded and we shook hands. "Sit down. We might be here for a while. Chris? She said your name was Peter ... oh." Yeah." My father was called Peter. He said that was his cross to bear and didn't want me to share it. It didn't do any good. People still called me Peter Piper and then asked if I'd picked a peck of pickled peppers lately. It got old by the time I was in kindergarten."It looks like we both lost her," I said trying to sound sympathetic.Lenny shook his. She had a thousand jokes and a really fucked up family, a veterinarian step-father and and an over-sexed divorcee mother.One thing lead to another, and as evenings go, we were kissing, , moaning, feeling all we could. But afraid I was not a ladies man, I never did master the intricate maneuvers to liberate tits from a bra, or find my way to that intersection of thigh and heaven. Jackie, on the other hand, was quite adept at these things. She took control and I was all too willing to oblige... He and my mom had split up a couple of years back and I don't have any sibs so I was often on my own. I emptied my pockets, stripped and tossed all my dirty clothes into the hamper. Still intrigued by the gadget I found, I sat on the bed and examined it again. I couldn't resist trying the thumb and finger thing again and felt the same slight 'energy' sensation. It didn't seem to do anything else. I laid it on the bed and stood up go take a shower. When I looked over at the full-length mirror to.