We have talked for hours, I trust you completely, and you know everything about me. So why do you make me so anxious? We’re just sitting there in ou...r comfortable clothes, watching the movie. We had decided to have a movie day to watch the entire trilogy. We’d ordered pizza and refused to move from the couch. We both needed this day together, a day free of stress, of only enjoyment. I’d already made your favorite dessert as best I could, and tried to get the chocolate sauce to cover the vanilla. I said it wasn't too bad and would soon get smooth, and with that he stretched over and run his finger up and down my scar, eventually resting near the root of my cock that was now getting quite hard. ''The scar is actually pretty smooth' he said, 'just like your body and cock'. With that I laid right back and closed my eyes and said, 'Thank you, I think everything is fine now, but haven't had a wank since the op' and felt his hand gently close over my now throbbing cock.Slowly he started to. The apartment was small, almost a little hotel room. They stepped through a kitchenette that lead to the living area which contained a bed, a small sofa, a dresser which an old rabbit ear TV on it, and a beaten up looking dressing table with a vanity mirror. There was another door around the corner from the kitchen area. It was closed, but it was no doubt the bathroom. He took out his wallet and gave her the money, a fifty, a twenty and a five. Now they could get started. “How do you want. Please forgive my rudeness. I thought I recognized you. You remind me of a man I saw three years ago in the eastern end of the state. He threw a desk through a wall." Hell, Mister, it was a pure accident, what happened. Those people made me mad and I lost my temper." Harley shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It shook him considerably to find the past was not buried so deep after all.Ida Marie tried to defend her husband; "We would like it better if it didn't never happen. My Harley is a real.