”“Okay.”“After my family, he’s Number One in my life.”“I see.”I touched the back of his hand, “Doesn’t mean I don’t have time fo...r a Number Two.”“Good. Great.”Excellent. Chip wasn’t jealous. Or didn’t show it. He didn’t want to settle down with me any more than I did with him. His goal had been obvious from the start — pussy.I said, “I would like to see your place. Not tonight, but one of these nights. After the trial is over.”“I’ll call.”
“You better.”Oh what a tangled web. I’m married —. “What? Really?” “Yeah. You said one of the topics could be something to the effect of journal entries as though you were a citizen in the time period, right?” It seemed a little mundane for a college history class, but was right up my alley. “Sure. But are you serious?,” she asked. “Yep. Come on over whenever. I’ll be home a little after 9.” Kelly and I had been friends for three of our four years in college. We messed around from time to time, but nothing to serious. By the middle of our. I moved close to where Jen was standing so that I could watch. Steve walked over and started chatting to Jen. As the time passed Jen was smiling and laughing and I noticed Steve start to feel her up. It looked like my plan had worked and Jen was believing that Steve was actually me. A few minutes later I saw them move to a booth, it did not take long for Steve to move his hand onto Jens now exposed leg. I watched as he slid his hand up under Jens dress. Jen threw her head back and I knew Steve. ..." I say as I slap my hand harder. Obediently he pulls down his pants and bends over the table. His eyes on the front door to make sure no one comes in. "Good boy Randy. Now grasp each side of the table with your hands and no matter what I do, do NOT let go. Understand?" I whisper sinisterly. He nods his head in compliance with a spark of anticipation in his eyes.I admire his body as he's sprawled across his desk. The desk is just the right height for his hip level and mine to merge. .