So, this was the home of both a woman whose son I was trying to steal and a young girl, soon to be woman, whose hero and masturbatory fantasy I was tr...ing to steal. When Jack opened the door, the first thing I saw was a beautiful woman, looking directly at me, smiling. She opened her arms and it was as if I was sucked into her. There was no hesitation, no condemnation, no "what are you doing to my son?", nothing at all negative. When she wrapped her arms around me, it was the most natural thing. Some shyer men realize the connection and work a single finger ever so slowly, like testing the water with their big toe, and even after pressing harder against his protuberance, they still insist on this tippy-toe approach, whereas, at the other end of the scale, their fingers are happy to trace the outline of my by now quivering buttocks, and even rub my bum hole, while I stand quietly, shielding him in his pursuit of sexual exploration, albeit, fingering a mans wife's anal cavity.Of course. John’s here.” “Talk to you later then.” Thinking about the lake actually proved a welcome distraction. She’d begun to work herself toward an anxiety attack by mulling over what she wanted to say to Keith, and worrying about what he was going to say to her. By the time she pulled up in front of his apartment, she’d come to the conclusion that the police were going to need some help catching the culprits trashing the lakeshore. Keith’s car was in the lot and his motorcycle was parked in the. Fast cars, fast motorcycles, fast airplanes, fast horses, and a slightly dangerous man riding them. Yes, it's true, I'm a sucker for the cliché. 13. The feel of velvet. I love velvet dresses, velvet curtains, velvet corsets. One of these days, I want to give him a handjob wearing gloves and watch him shoot all that white, hot cum all over black velvet. 14. The smell of sweat on his skin after he comes in from chopping wood, his cheeks red, his hands cold. He loves to warm them up by sliding.