My hands wrap around your neck... and still the kiss goes on. Savoring the taste ..such soft sweet lips.. the fire is raging.. Pulses bounding.. lost ...n your touch.. practiced seduction. Your hands slide under my shirt... aah.. the feel of your hands.. Strong.. so powerful….you lightly skim across my heated skin. My breath catches.. pausing as you reach my breasts.. I cannot breathe... awaiting your touch... my nipples harden. Rationale is gone..feeling unbalanced.. you gaze into my eyes... ’ This is a tribute to that story. *************************** Prologue: It was a warm Friday night. My wife, Alice, and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Our four year old twins, Amy and Ethan, as usual as soon as each were done with their own dinners, ran from the table to go play without even a second glance at their parents. ‘Always on the move aren’t they?’ Alice asked me. ‘Of course they are. When aren’t they moving?’ I replied with a chuckle. ‘They remind me a lot of us. I jolted my hand for it and I latched on and started to jerk it off. For those guys with hand fetishes I have small, soft hands and I was wearing bright pink nail polish). My mouth was watering for it, I was in luck, Mike had a condom on him. He took it out told me to slide my pants down a bit and rolled on the condom. It was fun to see the red condom roll over his cock. I told him I did NOT want to have sex assuming that is what he wanted asking me to slide my pants down a bit. He only wanted. Theyfigured they would find him easily enough right from the start withoutany real effort. After all, they knew his name, his appearance, hisimmediate family. The works. Only he had vanished as thoroughly as thatlast trial lawyer. Some thought the husband might have taken his ownlife after killing off the legal trash that let his family's murdererfree. I didn't think so.I knew the killer still lived, just as I knew that the mysteriousavenger simply had his own timetable. As I had pointed out.