Doubts began creeping in on Suzanne as to whether this was because Nick was as timid as she about rejection or because he wanted now to break off the ...relationship. Suzanne began dwelling again on how wonderful that one night a month ago had been, how wonderful in its different way this past month had been, and whether she could live without this man. Despite the beauty of the trees all around, the clarity of the day, and the freshness of the air, she became somber and depressed. When they were. “Can I help you?” a woman asked nervously as she peeped out the opening at me.“Sorry, I must have the wrong apartment,” I said as I pulled Bitsy’s note out of my pocket. “Is this 9753 Commerce Street, apartment 148?” I asked her as I looked again at the apartment number on the door. It matched.“Are you Jim?” she asked fearfully.“Yes, Bitsy ... er, Janice asked me to meet her here,” I explained.“Just a minute,” she said while closing the door. I heard the security chain removed, and the door. She kept her eyes on mine as they approached and gave me a big smile. I stood up and put my hand out."Hi, I'm Jean," I offered as he shook my hand. "With a J." I'm Ron," he replied as we shook. "And this is my wife, Debbie." Hello, Debbie," I said as I shook her hand. "Very nice to meet you." It's nice to meet you, too," she said with a smile. Her hand lingered on mine as she looked me up and down quickly, her eyes scanning my tall, lean frame. "Thanks for letting us join you." My pleasure," I. "What would you say is the problem," I replied looking at him. "Without a proper examination, it is hard to say," he replied, as he stroked my stiffened cock through the thin material of my trousers. "In that case, perhaps you should satisfy yourself," I said. He unzipped me, allowing my cock to fully extend into his waiting hands. Antoine gently stroked my throbbing meat and moistened the tip with butterfly kisses. I grew thicker under his sensual persuasion, and he took my engorged prick into.