And I counted—numbering each one for him, like fading stars in a late April sky. I got dizzy again. I was spinning. My cheeks were scorched, and sco...urged. I was turning to cinders in the sun. The pain, the ache; I swear it was about the split me in two. And then suddenly, he stopped.I gasped, breathless, praying the worst was over—until he sank his hand between my thighs, and every leather-tight fiber of my body turned to ash.“Mmm. So wet...” he stroked, making me suffer, “You’re enjoying this. Japanese porn with sub-titles, not what I expected.Sit-com – a typical TV sit-com like from the 50s and early 60s except there was a lot of nudity and sex. But these stories had plots; we watched enough to make sure.Drama – like the sit-coms, but unlike the shows on TV back home, these didn't hint at sex. It was obvious and right up front. In the scene we watched two couples were having dinner in a restaurant. Mr. A was fingering Mrs. B, who was giving him a handjob, and the same thing was. " It was an old joke between us. "She called, begging, you know how she is, that whiney bitch," I laughed. "Traffic?" I chuckled as I moved another few feet, glancing in the side mirror to see if I could change lanes, as though that might affect anything other than my illusion of forward progress.. "Yeah, a little bit." My usual one-hour commute was closing in on two, with no end in sight. "It looked good until after the bridge, but then it turned on me like a rabid dog." Ahead, around the. Emotions flooded through Jeremy. At the peak was the pleasure he feltwhen Henry had called him a pretty woman. Sitting on Henry's lap wasdifferent too. He felt the padding of his butt and thighs soften thefeel of Henry's thighs beneath him. Henry's arms around him felt safeand then...Henry brushed a thumb against his lower nipple. Jeremy broke the kisssimply to suck in air because the sensation was too much."I didn't do anything," Henry protested, "but thanks err or you'rewelcome."Henry's thumb.