I made sure to write my thoughts, especially the dark ones, into my journal. My dream that evening was about Jennifer, and resulted in soiled sheets. ... took that as progress.Thursday morning was my second visit to Doctor Mercer. I brought along my journal, but wondered if she would want to keep it. I didn’t think she could read it fast enough to give it back. I decided I’d get a three-ring binder so that I could provide her with pages and not be prevented from continuing. I’d have to re-copy. I was getting a real hard on.We were riding in Mumbai busy streets and my friends wife’s hand is feeling my body. I want to push things ahead. My jacket was long enough to cover my crouch area and I told her to insert hand inside my jeans. She just kept it there on my chest.I stopped bike on a tree shade and took her hand and showed it inside my jeans and underwear. I made her hold my dick in her hand. Started my bike and we continued towards out quarters. I told her to jerk me slowly. She was. It was already semi-erect, and as Ruth put her hand round it and began to stroke the shaft it grew bigger very quickly.Andy’s own cock was getting quite hard in his trousers, and he began to rub it gently. As he did so, he saw Ruth pull off her top completely, leaving her topless, then drop to her knees and take Sam’s cock in her mouth. She knew what she was doing alright, licking round the smooth helmet, then putting the whole head in her mouth and sucking it, before plunging the whole shaft. The outside looks fine and it will have a new kitchen and bathroom. We're looking forward to putting our colors on the walls together." We talked of other things that evening and Karen and her mother eventually joined us. I realized that, since school was out, that was going to be the longest separation we will have endured. Tonight would be rough because we didn't sleep together in her parents' house. It was close to midnight when we all went to our beds.I stripped down to my briefs, pulled.