Frank was a huge construction type of guy who constantly bragged about all the women he slept with. After I showed Frank a picture of my wife he attit...ude changed dramatically. Frank first begged me to show him the pictures after we took them. I refused of course. Next he offered to pay me to see the pictures. What happened next was really weird. Frank and I went out to a bar after work and had a few beers. Somewhere between cold beers and hot conversation, I agreed to have Frank operate the. Plus, I was drawn to you the minute you opened the door. I don’t know why either. Still all I could think about was you were the one to finally fuck me. You didn’t even push my head down when you gave me your creamy load to drink. I won’t mind a bit if you want to get your fingers wet. I’ll probably be jacking you off again without even realizing I’m doing it, well at least until you are ready to cum again.”This has to be me high on something. This so can’t be happening to me. A hot tomboy that. In the end she told him to eff off in four languages at least and hung up on him. James," she added pensively, "this thing of yours, what Connie calls your 'fluence', it's hell on relationships, isn't it? Except yours, of course, James darling." H'm," I said. I supposed I ought to feel guilty that another love affair had bitten the dust on my account but somehow I could not muster the energy."Anyway," Fran went on, "Gabriella stayed in her room last night and Connie's miffed because she was. “You’re not the Brian Stevens who plays for San Diego are you?” he asked.“Yes sir, I am.” I answered.“Oh my goodness, what a pleasure it is to meet you. You had an incredible game in the Superbowl, I’m a huge fan.” he responded.“Thank you Father.” I replied.As we walked towards my car in the parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice Alexis’ mother, walking hand in hand with her daughter. Even though a few hours distanced them on a daily basis, they were very close. Before I could get in the car,.