" I look at him questioningly. Is he using me? He suddenly grabs my dick and I do, indeed, wince. I want to push him away to convince him I'm not gay... but I know he's right. Yesterday I was unsure about every time we touched each other and just now I complained about not kissing him earlier. I'm starting to believe Milan is much wiser than me, even though he's younger. I guess I should just follow his lead. That, and the fact he's rubbing my boner after an hour long build-up keeps me from. You should be onmagazine covers."Kelly had trouble with accepting compliments. It was almost like shewanted to scream out 'I'm a fake!' and push him away. But, the devil onthe other shoulder was saying 'I want you to take me in your arms andkiss me for about an hour.'"You are so sweet." She kissed him and pulled him close. Kelly lovedhis hard, strong body next to hers. She squeezed herself in, rubbing hercrotch against his upper leg. His hardness pressed against her stomach. She just. Something that will drive you crazy...” she giggles lightly, squeezes that growing bulge in his pants, “go upstairs, I’ll meet you there.”She can see that he’s heard her, but doesn’t know how to proceed; she spanks his ass hard, and he jumps in surprise. They laugh together, and he starts up the stairs.When she joins him, he sees his surprise: a long, silver package with red and tan stripe, red Du Maurier name written across the top in scrolling letters. She rips the plastic away, shakes out. " A few days after the contract was signed, Mr. Wainwright gave me a call. We had become, if not true friends, at least respected acquaintances whose lives have been interconnected. I have started to work on another invention, so he has a bit of a vested interest in keeping me on his good side, since he will probably bid on the patents. At any rate, I had mentioned that I knew practically nothing about investments. During our conversation, I reminded him that he had said he knew a broker who.