It was in one if these chat rooms, late at night, when I began chatting to Neil.Within minutes of Idle chit chat we had moved on to what we liked in b...ed, whatmade us hot and what we would do to each other if we could meet up. The thoughtof finally being on the brink of having my fantasies fulfilled made my cock rockhard and I couldn't help myself stroking it in between typing my horny thoughts.I could sense Neil felt the same way, given that it was beginning to take longerand longer for his. In fact, the way she ‘outed’ me was so banal as to make me think she might not be too concerned. Her tights were laddered, and she had just come and asked to borrow a pair from me, as if that were the most natural thing in the world. Her last words as she left were, ‘I love you, babe.’ Not necessarily the words of someone who hated me for what I had been doing.'Shit, shit, shit,' I cursed myself again, why hadn’t I stopped all this when I married?The truth was, of course, that I couldn't stop. . The token/tokens look like gold, is/are the size of a silver dollar, has one side imprinted with what looks like a traditional Alladins lamp, and the other side reads "Token. Good for 1 wish." The wishes of course have a tendency to go wrong, but do not necessarily have to. The tokens don't show any signs of having an intelligence or will behind them, they just grant one wish each, often by the simplest or easiest manner possible.The revised rules are that each token grants one wish only. None. We get inside her apartment and the clothes are coming off. Her hands are all over me, my hands all over her. She couldn't wait to pull down my pants and suck my cock. She was on it so fast my head was spinning. In fact I thought the room itself was spinning she was working her mouth and tongue so well. After a couple minutes I couldn't hold back. From the handjob in the car to the blowjob in her living room, I busted a nut hard and fast all over her DD's. She pumped my cock with her right hand.