"I just got home and nothing is the same. I wonder which of us has had the better journey?" My amusement fades as I remember for me nothing is even cl...ose to the same."You did," He laughs at me then breaks off as he sees my face. "Oh love, I see now, I got to go back home." Saul returns to me and puts his arms around me again. I pull him into a tight embrace."It is all right Saul." I murmur into his shoulder. "I am fine. Now we should unpack your stuff." I say and release him from my hug. Saul. You go and get cleaned up instead, and dressed. I'll make your breakfast, and then we can make the bed.”“And then I can make you?” he leered, his smile was a huge grin.“Save your energy, Buster! You'll need it tonight! No, after that, we are going shopping, and then cleaning house. I have an inking from your dad's letter he left that we might get company.” She took the note off the dresser and showed it to Jack. Why else, she thought to herself, would he have mentioned the guest room? . I had expertly, although subtly, convinced Melissa that I needed some real "hands-on" experience with the female body in order to complete my transition from gay to straight. At first it was only some petting, then combined with thigh stroking, then combined with some kisses on the lips. Each time I exercised remarkable restraint and didn't "go for it." After investing so much time in Melissa, and with only one or two nights a week with Jasmine to polish my knob, I didn't want to blow it.The. " His lips nearly pushed my whole body back, but really his hands lifted me up on the sink. Feeling his right hand lightly slide down my body and spread my legs, I let my head fall back, and bit my lip to keep in the moan threatening to escape when his finger stroked up my inner thigh toward the junction between my leg and ass. Oh, it felt so good, my hips bucked forward immediately as he reached my moist thong. "Touch me, please," I rasped, my hand frantically unbuttoning his maroon shirt..