Quickly he was back, he tookmy hand and helped me down to the rough concrete yard. I noticed that one hand held mine, his other was cupped under my as...s, with one finger pushing past the hem to feel the top of a stocking.This way, he said excitedly.Where are we? I askedIt's just a yard I saw, this morning,He led me, by the hand, to the big barn. It was open on one side with a huge doorway in the middle of the barn, with slatted wooden boards on either side. Walking in I saw that the other side. He had seen her run away. What if what the guy was saying was true? And Abby had reacted so strangely? What did that mean?So, he had gotten to kiss what Baby Face hadn't, Made a lot of sense. He cocked his head, giving the other man a mocking little smile. "Abby is just like that. One hell of a kisser and what she did with that tongue..."Exaggeration, but if he kept them off balance the possibilities he could get free increased.Tim's struggling increased dramatically at the suspect's crass. James was definitely 'the one'. I was fully in love.But one thing remained. Having had five years of constant sex with a whole host of different men, I missed the variety. I fully understood the irony in fucking so many different men to find one as good as James and now that I had James I was still not satisfied but I soon faced facts – I was greedy. I couldn't get enough cock. I wanted to have my cake and eat it. And whilst I was delighted to have him in my life, I just couldn't believe that. I would like to continue improving my writing style and all comments and criticisms are welcomed. * When he finished his shower, he walked out to find me sprawled out on the couch deep in thought. I looked up as he approached and smiled in approval at the way his khaki shorts hung low on his hips, accentuating his lean body and causing his tan to be even more noticeable. The muscles in his upper body rippled with his every move, and I felt the heat slowly begin to rise once again. He slowly.