Now I know I'm showing wet! Oh my god, I've never been so turned on, so quickly! I'm sure she can see my chest rising and falling as I try to breathe.... I feel trapped, admittedly by my own actions, but knowing I can't turn back is exciting. I look at her hair. It's short and pitch-black; dyed that way, no doubt. She reminds me of my punk goddess /lover back in North Carolina, Miss Gina."I like your hair," I stammer."Yeah? Feel it."I reach upward slowly, just to touch it, but she snatches my. This guy loved them, sucking and slurping on them, his hands all over my now tingling bottom. He quickly diverted his attention to my fully aroused member, gently stroking my shaft. His hands were really light, almost like a feather, as they worked their way so gently along and around my cock. If he thought that being gentle and subtle would make the moment last longer, he was sadly mistaken! He had expertly fondled me, gotten me highly aroused; all I wanted to do now was cum! My breathing gave. Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian girl. ‘I know, Michael, I feel the same,’ leaning in she sighed into his shoulder and wondered how many days they had left in sunny Los Angeles. ***** Tom continued to try and raise Michael. The Captain had reassured him that he was out there, waiting for Linda. ‘He’ll let us know.’ They’d both given up after checking in with Pete and decided they needed some rest. ‘You look like shit, Tom. Go home and get some rest.’ It didn’t go unnoticed that the Captain locked the door of his office as Tom left,.