He wants to marry me. Oh, yes, if you actually looked at a transcript, I sort of MADE him ask me, but he was gonna ask sooner or later.Third wow. I ha...e been sleeping in the same bed with Josh for weeks. We just DO that. Of late, though, we’ve gone to sleep after a bit of hugging and kissing and if either of us would have gotten a little bit of guts about it, we’d have had sex, but I guess both of us are a bit bashful. Still, both of us, pajama-clad, butt to butt. Or spooned. I absolutely. But one of the FBI guys—the ones who'd been pointing their weapons at me were FBI, I found—volunteered that he'd read something about it, and it went more easily from there.Later on somebody else brought in the actual thing itself for me to identify. When I'd told them how I'd disposed of it they'd apparently tracked down the cab I'd used and it was still there stuffed behind the seat. I gave it a grateful pat when I saw it again, it had saved my life twice over—once when I'd shot Quiller and. His towel opened just a quick bit giving me a quick flash of his ass, but caught a glimpse of his low hanging balls and what I thought was a tip of a cock. This spiked my desire. All of a sudden an idea popped in my head. I had seen a live cock once before in high school when a friend and I jerked off to some porn. This thought drove my masturbation fantasies for a few weeks as I envisioned us jerking off together watching porn. I went down to the local "dirty book store" an bought a. I encouraged my wife to remove her heels, and we stood around talking as my wife pulled the bedspread back and sat on the side of the bed since her feet were sore from the heels. I kept her wine glass filled as she giggled at our friends jokes. I was excited to watch as my wife sat chatting with our friend, the hem of her dress had risen up with her sitting, and her white lace thong panty was peeking out from her beautiful legs in the position she was seated. Our friend had also caught the.