"I hope you will invite me to visit again real soon.'Sean turned to face her. "Mel honey, would you consider coming here to live with me? I love you a...nd I can't bear the thought of you not being here." His voice crackled with emotion."Why Sean, I didn't realize you cared. I thought you just invited me here to have your way with me for the weekend," Mel teased using a deep southern drawl."Mel, I'm serious. Please come live with me," he pleaded in a whining voice."I don't want to see a grown man. I never go out dressed, especially since I can’t shave my goatee! What the hell was I going to do!? I really wanted to go try an anonymous encounter of some sort, but do I get changed, do I just say not now and talk more or do I just go?! “Umm wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t know. I don’t know you well, and, well, I don’t go out dressed,” I finally wrote when I could think straight. I had already stopped stroking my cock when the shock hit me. The other people in the chat were bitching. He smiled, he was the only one who ever called Emily that, and he knew she liked him for it. The question was, how much did she like him? Jack thought he had been in love with Brigid almost since the first time he’d laid eyes on the tiny red-haired girl who Roger and Marina had brought back with them from Ireland, all frightened big brown eyes and apologies, petrified that she would make a mistake. He’d never had the courage to tell her how he felt though, let alone do anything about it. At. I had to sit and wait for a few hours, thinking of nothing else but what my wife would be doing. This was the worst period, when I began to have doubts and was troubled by jealousy. To get over it I sat down I opened some beer and started writing the stories about Debbie, to get me into the frame of mind. This worked very well, until I was desperate to get out and see the fantasies become reality. Debbie met Louise and Cathy in a pub. Seeing these two she immediately doubted the success of her.