I smiled to myself as I posed in front of the mirror.Jimmy will love it, I thought. Suddenly, I was confused. Why did I thinkabout Jim? What the hell ...was going on? Then I took another look at myselfin the mirror; my cock throbbed painfully in its restraint and my assfelt so full. Oh, what the hell, I thought. I'll just go with the flow.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Later at the pool sipping a margarita as I sat next to Jim I looked athim over the top of my glass. He did look sexy in his. Wendy said to slow down but I couldn't delivering my load deep in her ass. Wendy commented that she thought I liked watching her with her new friend, was I just watching her with a dildo or was I thinking about her fucking another guy. She she lay on her side now playing with my balls as she worked herself towards another climax. I was getting hard again, Wendy said, I think you like it a lot, we should have done this before, pretending I'm fucking another guy. The more she teased the harder I. I just panicked and tried to deny the whole thing. I guess it just didn't occur to me that I over reacting a bit. If I had talked to someone about it then, I could have saved myself a lot of grief, could I?" It usually works that way. So why do you feel different about it today? What changed?" I'm not sure, really. I seem to be the only one who has an issue with it for one thing. But, really, I just don't think I can get over him." So you figure it's worth a try?" Is that a bad idea?" Not if. She was an actress, after all. And a good one. When she spoke again her eyes were soft, almost glowing as they looked into mine. "I love you, Michael," she whispered, and her voice was tender and utterly sincere. "Say it again," I said. "I love you," Christy said. "I love you so much, Michael." And no stranger, hearing her or looking at her, would ever have suspected the intense disgust and humiliation she was feeling as she said those words. But I knew, and it thrilled me to my.