For a while I just let it sit there, but there was more I could do. I started to push down with my fingers and I soon felt him responding to my minist...rations.Adrian grew hard beneath my hand. I could feel the steel of his cock and its heat, as if fresh from the forge. The cloth of his trousers did little to block my hand, and I rubbed up and down, up and down. I could see the results of my actions on Adrian's face. Tension grew there. He'd bliss out mid sentence. He'd leave a chunk of stew. I had almost jacked off the night before actually, but I didn’t. I stopped by to pick up some flowers. I fiddled with my cash and change at the store, dropping my wallet twice. The girl handling the transaction naturally asked me an odd question. “Got a date?” she said. “Yeah, actually I do as a matter of fact,” I said as I dropped the wallet for the second time. “Got any suggestions?” I looked her over. She was around 21 or so I thought she looked it. “I haven’t dated a woman in god knows how. ’ Thursday, during their regular daily early-morning phone conversation, Annika explained, ‘I’m waiting for a final confirmation from the hotel, but I’m confident we’ll be able to start out next Thursday after you get off work.’ Annika called Denise at work and told her, ‘I was able to schedule all four activities for the first weekend in April. I’ll email you the schedule along with information on what you will need to pack.’ That afternoon, after Denise arrived home and stripped off her. "Always," I said. She led me on through the house. We had to pass through her bedroom, next, on the way to the final room at the rear -- the kitchen."Nice room!" I said. It was. Sandy's kitchen was big, old-fashioned, homey, and comfortable. It was like falling back into the 1940s -- complete with a red and white checkered oilcloth on the kitchen table. All it lacked was a big coal stove. Instead, Sandy had a small-but-modern electric model."Sit down." She poured us each a mug of steaming.