^ ^ ^ ^ Of course, when I first met him, he wasn’t Billy Crane yet. He was Bill Cronovich from Davenport, Iowa, and he was literally just off the bu...s. He strolled into this little club I used to frequent not far from the apartment where I was living at the time. It was really just a hole in the wall, but they had good burgers, cold draft beer and good live music. Every Thursday they had open mike night, and anyone with the balls to do so could come on stage and sing, play an instrument, tell. I slid a finger along my slit and then sucked it. Tom gasped and I could see the lust in his eyes not to mention the outline of a very hard cock.“Is that where you want to put that big cock?” I coquettishly asked. “My pussy is so wet for you!”“Show me!” I demanded, as I slowly began to caress my pussy.Tom pulled his briefs down. I gasped. For some reason, the camera angle made him look huge, his head already wet with pre-cum. My husband was incredibly aroused.I had never masturbated in front of. Leland was probably right. I would probably need him to put her back.I put the vial in my jacket pocket after making sure the cork was secured. Rage threatened to spill out of me. I was so tempted to do things to Leland; things doctors would never be able to undo.Then I looked at Whisper's laptop. The screen saver had kicked in and required a password to get back to the OS. "Good girl!" I whispered.After shutting down her computer and packing everything up, I went back to Leland. Searching his. During an annual school fall cookout gathering, most of the kids in my school gathered at a place with a pond next to some wooden tables and a few small facilities, a sort of suburban gathering place. Me, my two female friends, and her were all there. After we got our food, I asked her and my two friends if they wanted to go on the bouncy house. This, I thought, would be such a great opportunity to spiritually bond closer with the love of my life. My desire was for her, and it ruled over.