She winces as she says the words, as if they escaped without her consent. She is quick to take them back. Please my Lady! Forgive my rash words. Poor ...oman, looks like shes about to pass out with the fear. Tears start to roll down her face before I can respond. No its okay, I try and assure her, rushing off the bed toward her. I reach out to pat her shoulder but she cringes away from my hand. Yanking it back, I retreat a step as she covers her face with her hands and sinks to her knees. I. Amanda was a little stunned by his confession. “You actually jerked off thinking about me?” she asked. “Hundreds of times,” he admitted. “The last time I did it thinking of you was last night.” She was floored by his statement. “Jonathan,” she said softly, “I know that you are having sex with my daughter. She has always been very honest with me and has told me that you are a fantastic lover. If that’s the case, why would you be thinking of me?” Without any attempt to make up a story, he told. This is not a reflection on the art, just my opinion of the city.I made a trip there in the late 1980s to see a show, do some shopping and such and it was this trip that convinced me that it would be an extremely cold day before I ever returned to New York. I would rather spend my time in Paris or London or even Los Angeles than return to that city.The train to New York left DC at 8 AM and I had a reserved seat on it. I could have flown, but since September 11, flying is a pain, I had work to. Please. Your dick feels so good up in me.”Leon tensed up so tight he was shaking.“Relax and breathe, Leon.”Leon was breathing heavily and sweating, and he dropped back onto the bed.“I know now what I have been missing by not fucking guys. This is too good, and I have to do this more often,” said Leon.“Hold on. Every ass is not as good as mine. You just had the best.”“Zak, I can help you with that,” said Leon.My dick was pointing at Leon. There was clear lube dripping from the tip of my dick. I.