"Oh god...I...no...keep going...." he mumbled. He sat there for a couple seconds longer in ecstasy until he opened his eyes and stared me down with a...n overpowering lust-filled stare. Suddenly, he tore my hand away from his pants and pushed me up against the wall. "Now the tables have turned...it's my turn to do what I want, what I've wanted to do since I saw you, you little slut," he said as he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. He slipped his tongue between my lips and darted. "Go on." This one. I think." He frowned at my hand writing. "Endura." He nodded."I don't recall..." I frowned looking at where I usually put my notes next to the name, I couldn't make it out."No you wouldn't. You only had a glance at her. You should look again. A bit on the young side, but look again." Was all he'd say with a nod."Well ok." I had learned to trust JC in livestock, but considered myself a better judge of horseflesh. Which of course I didn't consider livestock at all. I argued. Fucking you to please my cock; but all this was working to excite me inside and I had begun moving matching his range of motion, doubling the joy of this gay episode. His grip on my hips was more intense and his banging was more rapid and steady, his nuts slapping on my low hanging ones or below them with a regular thumping sound ala meat on meat causing sexy echo in the kitchen. He became more animalistic, wild and rough in his thrusts making me leak precum over the cabinet door down to the. Which one went where? Oh, yeah, the left got kicked away ... The maneuver wasn't neat, by any means; Jean saw it and had the presence of mind to recognize it for what it was and smile, which Toby found embarrassing. But then they were through the bedroom door...Doubt, self-delusion, and self-justification went out the window for Jean on the stair, to be replaced by resolution -- you just didn't lead a man around your house by the penis unless you intended to use it! Guilt and recriminations.