The feeling was electric. I drew a sharp breath, half-closed my eyes and, without thinking, reached out to touch him. But my hand closed on air; he ha... already slipped into the other bedroom. I stood there for a second, rooted to the spot. My cock was getting hard again, and for a second I thought about jacking off right where I stood. But I recollected myself, took my piss and went back into the bedroom where, seeing my still-stiff cock, the girl insisted on having another go. The walk home. “Wow, you look amazing. You certainly have changed,” I told her while we sat down on her couch. “Yeah well, I guess I have gotten over the whole dressing conservative thing,” she replied. After we sat and talked for a few minutes I asked, “Would you let me have the honor of taking you out to dinner tonight and we can catch up on old times?” I asked her.“Yes, that sounds great,” she replied with a big smile. We talked for a few more minutes and it was time for me to leave.“I’ll pick you up. I’d have to be careful or I’d become rotund – and poor, dining out was not cheap!(The next week, the house was sold – I didn’t get $2 million, but it was only $100,000 less, and they took the “window treatments,” too! Of course, after agent commissions and legal fees, it was $1,750,000 and I’d have to pay tax on that, too. But it more than replaced my flat and furnishings.)I realized that Anthony Powell had been right: Books do furnish a room. I felt much better with the familiar spines nearby.. I looked at Michael and said "if she wakes up, she can't see you... understand?" He nodded in response. I said go into the bathroom, and if she moves, stay there until I say... I'll tell you when to come back in the room. He walked toward the bathroom and turned off the light. I was actually nervous... why was I doing this? I really didn't understand but him seeing her forbidden pussy really turned me on.I barely moved the blankets and few inches when her eyes slightly opened, and she asked.