Michele wrapped her fingers lightly around the rubbery fat cock and placidly held it there. Joe held her wrist and began to slide his cock in and out ...of her loosely clenched fingers. He looked down at his thickening member wrapped in Michele's hand, her red painted fingernails accentuating her delicate fingers, and groaned. He swayed back and forth on his heels and fucked her hand."Oh yeah; wank that cock baby! Wank that cock!" he moaned.Michele felt her other wrist being untied and when her. . pun intended.And, when they got to his room and she sent him into his bathroom, with clothes to put on, he felt better, because she closed the door between them. He had his erection to deal with, and decided that, if he beat off, it might help.He was in the middle of doing just that, standing naked in front of the mirror, his hand flashing along his hard prick, when she walked into the bathroom like it was her own.She was naked."Do you have an extra razor?" she asked, calmly. "Seeing Lori. "Shit!" Joe, well aware of the fact that it was the second line he had coming into the house that was ringing, in a knee-jerk reaction quizzically exclaimed. "I wonder who in the hell could be calling me at this ungodly hour of night?" Knowing fully well that he couldn't as yet answer it, due to the fact that it was the phone line he used when operating under his assume feminine alter ego, Joe had no recourse but to allow the answering machine incorporated in the phone to pick up the call.. I threw my shot back and sipped my beer."I bet you have." Well now," she said, putting on an attitude. "I don't know you, sir, so I hardly think you can say something like that." Oh, Sheila, come on. Everybody knows you. This is a pretty small town, you know."She shrugged. "Oh I guess you're right. Still, I don't know you. What's your name anyway?" So it went. It surprised me when she told me about her boyfriend running off. We'd just met and she was sharing something most people would save for.