‘Nice to meet you, Benita, I think I’ve seen you two here before,’ Stacey said in a friendly and borderline flirtatious manner. ‘Yeah, Ben and... I come down here every Saturday to browse,’ Carmen said as she smiled warmly at Stacey. ‘Ben?’ Stacey asked with a queer look as her eyes darted between Carmen and Benita. ‘My friends call me ‘Ben’ for short,’ Benita said in a slightly nervous manner, as her cock was now painfully erect and throbbing. ‘Can I call you Ben?’ Stacey asked with a laugh, her. For Diablo. The devil dog. He was nowhere to be seen.Why did I want to fuck her? Was it because she was a woman, representing all of that precious gender, and like any man I wanted any woman hot, twisting and gasping under me? Was it because she was a woman special to me, a woman who played a large part in my life, a part I wished to expand by the most intimate of sharing? Was it Oedipus, leaping from my psyche to take that which was my father’s most treasured possession? For me, that sword had. We drove about thirty miles to a hotel where he spoke to the reception and I was booked into a very nice room. We shook hands and he left.I spent the complete night, it seemed, trying to work out some reason for me to be here like this. I must have fallen asleep because I remember waking up still trying to work it out. And that was after having a few crazy dreams.10 a.m. as agreed he called up from the desk. And as I agreed I descended in the elevator and met him. Into the car and about. But, in any case, we have the basic building blocks of a strong kitchen table arrangement, I think. One where everyone shares and revels in the knowledge of the sharing, but also enjoys the daily routines that are enriched by each other’s company in even platonic matters.“Take you men, for instance. Even if nothing happened between Ryan and you sexually, you guys could still form a strong brotherly bond over so much in common, such as sharing women and helping maintain a great home. You could.