l those times he looked like he could care less.
How did I ever miss this?
How could I have been so blind?
Does this make what Lance is doing right now okay?
I don’t know, but for the brief moment my brain has given me a reprieve, I feel the tension exit my body.
I’ll figure out later whether this is still cheating.
Right now, I’m going to cum. I’m going to enjoy this so much.
Lance’s hard body is pressing even harder against me. His pecs are pushing into my back. His left hand is now squeezing my tits hungrily. His mouth is planting kisses on the nape of my neck and he’s dragging his tongue up and down my upper spine.
And his fingers. Oh God, his fingers are smacking, flicking, and twisting my clit.
Michael can’t see us, of course. He’s too busy talking loudly to know what’s happening in the kitchen. How his stepson is defiling his wife.
And how she’s enjoying it.
Just another few flicks. Another set of kisses.
Just another few seconds of that foot-long cock pushing into my ass and I’m cumming.
It’s his fingers that really push me over the edge. Like a slow burning fire, I close my eyes and give myself over to it. Within seconds, my body is burning. I momentarily don’t care if Michael walks in. I forget all about Michael. I can’t hear his voice. I can only feel the pressure against my clit. And it’s like my whole body feels it. My whole body, engulfed in pleasure.
Wave after wave of seizure inducing pleasure.
I lose track of everything. I can’t even tell you if I was breathing.
But I can tell you that when I open my eyes again, I see that Lance is holding me up. My legs must have given way.
He has his left arm under my shoulder and he’s easily holding me up with no effort. He could probably bench me with one arm.
I turn my head and look at him.
If he’s right, if Michael is gay and this marriage is just a sham, then Lance may have been my savior. In more ways than one.
I need to find out as quickly as I can.
So that I can properly reward him.
New York Daily Journal
From the Desk of Amanda Adams, the Professional Gossiper of Page Two.
Welcome to Page Two Gossip, here’s what we’re hearing around the halls of power:
And they’re off. The New York City Mayoral race has begun yesterday with the current Mayor, Michael Anders squaring off against the Democratic ex-Mayor of New York City, Jim Jenkins.
You’ll remember Jim Jenkins as being the mayor four years ago, defeated in a speaker of an election.
Sources close to the Anders campaign concede that the last election had razor thin margins chiefly due to the fact that the Mayor was seen as lacking any family. In fact, if you remember the man we call Hizzoner today was seen more like a billionaire dilettante who inherited his father’s business and kept it running, had an estranged son, and had been a widower for pretty much the last two decades. Those same sources are telling me that four years later, Michael Anders is a changed man. He’s close with his son and has a new wife who he is very much in love with.
So everything should go fine, right? Not so, say advocates of Jim Jenkins who are willing to talk to me. They say that the current mayor has plenty of holes and areas where things don’t add up. They think the whole thing is more of a sham and they’re out to prove it. But before they can do that, they all pretty much agree that they need to define their candidate.
Four years ago, the city was reeling from massive unemployment, sky-high crime, and a wave of homeless people blanketing the city. People blamed Mayor Jenkins for a falling quality of life in the city. But the ex-Mayor plans to show the pendulum has swung the other way. His campaign is going to try and make the point that Manhattan has turned into a giant mall that only very rich people can live in, cops have gotten to the point where they’ve started harassing citizens for minor offenses, and the job market is so tight that businesses are leaving the city because they can’t find any workers.