”Martin sat back in the driver’s seat as I undid his belt buckle. I looked back at him and we kissed, his arm dr****g over my shoulder as I worked...my hand through his boxer shorts. He grunted quietly when I got to his cock, and he shifted a little to move his pants and boxers out of the way. I stroked him, slowly, and then he began moving his hips into the motion, never letting his lips leave mine. I pulled away from him again and moved my mouth down to the tip, following the preferred blowjob. Well, at least I got my point across...didn't I?Back out on the freeway, we sped up again but stayed close to side by side as the gentle music washed through both our cars. I relaxed a little more, realizing that these classic tunes had the ability to turn my mood around, ease my troubles and maybe even make my weekend a whole lot better.A few miles down the road, the CD player moved on to the next track. The raucous sounds of "All Revved Up with No Place to Go" got my blood pumping and I found. All the planning might be for naught.The Condo life is not one that is common to my friends. But, after my wife's accident, I had wanted something different, away from suburbia without the headaches of many possessions, household maintenance, a lawn to care for ... in short, I wanted a new start. And the settlement from the drunk's insurance company had afforded me an 18th floor view of downtown Atlanta, plus savings.She took in the main living area at a glance, pronouncing "It's very. "Sam was acting strangely. Yesterday which appeared to be today Sam wassure confident. Now confronted by Martin as a girl he had lost his voice."I see you are on the football team. I bet you play center," Martin said."Ah --I guess..." What is wrong with him? Yesterday, I was lethal, and today I am merely agirl," Martin thought.But there was no help for it poor Sam had lost his confidence, and therewas no getting it back.At school, Martin rushed down the hallway ignoring all the attempts toget.