“Oh, it’s simple. We decide what we do tonight with who loses wins.” I could tell from her eyes that she had the germ of an idea, something une...quivocally naughty without a shadow of a doubt. I know her so well after three years of having her by my side in meetings, bars, clubs even between me and hubby when she wants to ride a big one like a bucking bronco. Her love-making is sublimely crude and base; she hides nothing, shares everything and her fulgurant (and oh, so noisy), orgasms wash over. He pulled the blanket up to her waist, and tucked it around her legs. She was sitting up so he took another towel and dried her hair for her with it.Jack walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He took out a hair brush, a comb, and a small hand-held mirror. He went back over to the bed and sat down. Ariel turned so her back was to him, and he began brushing her long shiny hair. He wanted her to be very happy in every way, so he thought that she might enjoy having him brush her hair for. I wasn't sure who I was looking for but would know when I saw them. Would it be a man or woman this evening? As long as I found them sexually attractive ... I wasn't bound to any race or gender ... they had to be appealing to me. I would make the determination whether or not they were worthy of an evening of my time. The bartender an attractive young man smiles and asks me what I am drinking ... I tell him a Manhattan and he tells me it's "Comin' right up!" I scope out the scene.There's an. ”You should have seen Tony’s face. All four of us cracked up as he turned fire engine red.But then Mrs. Wendell got serious and said, “I guess that tells me all I need to know.”Mrs. Wendell put her arm around Sam’s shoulder and said, “Come with me. We can talk while I cook.”Tony looked scared to death. He whispered urgently to Kala, “Should I leave?”Kala smiled and shook her head. She said, “Mom’s not mad. She just doesn’t want Sam screwing up and doing something stupid. You guys sit down. I’ll.