I was stroking my cock as he casually walked by and glanced in my window. He passed by, and in my mirror I saw him turn around and walk closer by the ...side of my car. He stopped, leaned down, and watched me fondling my hard cock. I looked up and asked him,"Want to get in?"Without a word, he walked around to the passenger side and climbed in. I reached over and rubbed my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. I could feel his cock hardening through the fabric. His cock continued to swell in. Part One ‘I could never wear that. That’s sick. How could you even think to ask me that? I never want to see you again.’ With those words, the little world I had imagined for myself came to a crashing end. Susan stormed out of my life, out of the house I had bought for us, taking the clothes, (but not those clothes), I had bought for her, the jewelry and the BMW convertible I had put in her name, vowing never to return. Luckily, we weren’t married yet, not even living together. I had wanted to. I thought you might bring that up."I was a little embarrassed, but it didn't matter, I was already starting to get stiff just thinking about it. She took my glass and held out her hands, silently coaxing me off the sofa. I took her hands and she led me to her room (as if I didn't already know). She turned into me, and we kissed. I began to undress her -- I slipped her out of her shirt and bra, kissing her neck as I did. I pulled the skirt she was wearing over her hips, and it hit the floor. She. Joe hadn’t gone very far. In fact, he ‘d just stepped over to corner of the same room, stirring a pot on the stove range. The last time I had been here, I didn’t really notice the place because I was too engrossed in conversation. Now, I looked around, observing that aside from the sofa and kitchen table with two chairs, there was no other furniture in the room. The floor was covered with a couple of thick woolen rugs, which gave a feeling of coziness to the place, but it certainly was a far.