“I was waiting to observe a kidnapping,” he answered deciding that the truth was going to be the only real option and hoped they believed him.“T...hat’s an interesting answer. Did you know there was going to be a kidnapping?”“No. I suspected that there would be one sometime soon. I’ve been out there every Monday and Tuesday morning for a month and a half hoping to observe one.”“There are so many little question just begging to be asked as a result of your answer that it boggles my mind. Why don’t. Then, without ever saying a word he stood back to let us in.I followed Stacy inside. He came in behind me and closed the front door. The sound of the door closing was kind of scary. Maybe it still wasn’t too late to change my mind. But it felt like it. I felt trapped already and we hadn’t even started yet.I found myself standing in his small, sparsely furnished living room. I detected an unpleasant smell that I recognized as the smell an old, rundown house gets when it has been standing empty. We walked in through her garage and she tapped the “close” button on the garage door, as we slipped into the house through the laundry room. Once inside, Charlie turned and more or less, pinned me against the laundry room door. She forced her lips on to mine, and her tongue into my mouth. She was on fire. The fuse was lit. “I want that cock in me,” she remarked, groping my crotch. She stripped me of my shirt, and rubbed her hands over my chest and nipples, while kissing me. I ran my hands up. I fondled her head and indeed got back on the wild roller coaster.She sucked a small portion of my lips into her mouth several times, and along with her tongue scrubbing my lips, too, she showed that she learned a whole lot along the way. So, I had to relish that as well.Obviously, Chuck loved the sight so much as a bonus, but it was still nowhere close to the intimacy I got from Trica. If I didn't have Bionca, she would've been the woman I loved most in the world. Chuck made sure to keep his.