I saw you. I almost came in my pants just watching.”I couldn’t help smiling, savoring the thought of making him come without even needing to touch... him. It made me feel sexy and confident. I sipped my coffee looking out at the beautiful day, gathering my courage to take him back into the bedroom.Finally, I took a deep breath, “Well. Are you ready?”He looked surprised.I added, "We had a deal, didn't we?"He fumbled, “Yes … Yes, of course.”“Not gonna chicken out on me, are you?”I stood, offered my. He planned to use the pen name Billy Hand.As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I took up the project.Though not as accomplished as William as a writer, I too, write professionally for travel and vacation guides.Originally his plan was for a genus story, CARREE LOVES BILLY, and then 10 stories of our sexual adventures and life.After his death I reworked his outlines and added a few things I remembered and few things he never knew about.After finishing 7 of the stories, I cannot. And so it was. On the Saturday afternoon, Arnold rubbed Chan, and thought of Jackie with the exception of her fun palace. The familiar buzz, and when he looked in the mirror he was entirely Jackie, but with one exception - a growing erection. They had plenty of time, so Jackie took advantage of the situation and lifting Arnold into the air with her strong arms, placed his erection quickly into her waiting pussy. As usual the sex was wonderful, and the added arousal of his breasts, the erect. It's terrible, I don't know anybody there well enough to blab it to. Know what I mean? My first." Her eyes watched me, waiting.Like an idiot, I stared at her. The best I knew to do with such a subject was to nod in agreement and don a weak smile and joke lamely, "So, uh, the people at work don't catch on, huh?"Ronnie frowned irritably. She said, "Y'know, all guys must have this, uh, general deflation problem afterwards that starts in one place and spreads overnight." She gave a bored sigh..