But it ventures around my body as his hands stroke my abs, my legs, my ass. His hands have touched pretty much my whole body, before he decides enough... is enough and puts his hand down my boxers, and starts stroking my cock. Surprisingly, it's not long before it's hard. Of course I'd dreamed of this, I'd loved him, but had he loved me? Had he dreamed of this? His hands stop touching me, but his warm chest is still pressed against my back, I go to pull his hands back onto my body, but he does. He asked me what I did when she wasn’t interested in sex. Well Id been with enough married guys to know where this was going and I could feel the beginning of an erection in my trousers. Most of the men I’ve been with have been older than me and Mike certainly fitted the bill there. He was chubby, if Im generous, but this was something I tend to like in a man so given that I was somewhere where nobody knew me, and I’d had more than I should have to drink, I thought why not try and initiate. I’m in one piece. Wen’s in critical condition.”“Hi Steve,” Pete said. “I called a contact I have with the Chicago police. They have absolutely nothing to go on at this point. They are pretty sure it was a stray bullet from a reported exchange of gunfire.”“I didn’t even hear anything other than a cracking sound from the window and Wen’s gasp.”“If you had your radio on, the heater running, and the windows shut, which I’m sure was the case because it’s cold out, that’s not surprising.”“What were. We could spot no one else keeping an eye on the place or who looked like they were waiting to move in as reinforcements.As we neared the car on the return trip we called Blake on one of the wristcoms. Cain had not spotted anyone keeping an astral watch on the place either. This time we passed the car and walked up the driveway when we came to it. We continued on around to the rear and checked the door. It was locked but opened when Dane used her passkey.Pulling the Browning I duck walked.