Without hesitation, I got my computer booted up and wrote her. I used my yahoo account and wrote, "Hi. I'm your favorite pancake person. I have to let...you know that your willingness to let me expose myself to you really turns me on. Not every woman is as happy to see my throbbing cock, but you really make my day." Later that day, she wrote back, "Seeing you all hard and at attention usually makes my day too. It also makes work a little harder because all I can think of having sex with my. " You're too generous, Ben." I know I am," he replied. "Especially when it comes to the ladies. It's a fault of mine."The waitress brought Natalie her soda. "Anything else, sir? Mam?" she asked."Just the check."She put the slip onto the table and Ben picked it up. "Nine bucks for a martini and three for a soda..." He took out his wallet and retrieved a credit card."How is your business?" Natalie asked. "Are you still doing memoirs for B-list and C-list celebs?" I'm doing my share. Actually, I. Every stroke brought me inexorably closer to an imminent orgasm. I settled on the first photo I had seen of her and focused on her body as my hand gripped my cock tightly and pumped away. I spread my legs and leaned back, my eyes riveted to Hannah, imagining how glorious she would have appeared in person, how I could have watched her nipples stiffen in the ocean breeze, how I could have finagled my way into offering to apply her sunscreen for her, acting as casually as I could as my hands. In the past Holly had hated this, returning from each private visit more noticeably perturbed and upset. Tonight, things seemed to be much the opposite, as Holly seemed to stand up even taller in her long legs and high heels and she positively strutted her stuff walking across the floor as she returned to my side with a prideful smile on her face."The wives' club isn't scaring you too much tonight?" I whispered into her ear while giving her a small supportive hug."Not nearly as much as they.