She stopped briefly, the white sack with her lunch in it in one hand, the sketch he had done of the old man in the other. She waved. Paul waved back w...atching her leave."Well she's not all bad," Paul considered. "She did say she liked the garlic burgers."Paul stood at one of his paintings, something he'd been working on for several days now when he heard the creek of footsteps on the stairs. "Paul? You here?"He smiled, she'd actually come. Putting down the brush, grabbing a soiled rag, he began. I suckle you softly, never taking my eyes off yours. Then you push even deeper and I slide two fingers into your tight, little hole. You close your eyes and throw back your head in abandon, and I know that you are lost in me, in us, in passion as primitive as the ages.Your hips piston, slamming your balls into my face, and it pushes my fingers more deeply into you. Your breathing comes in short, ragged gasps. With both hands free, I reach to spank your firm, rounded cheeks short and sharp. Then. " She introduced her companion to me, Hank, then said, "Hank this is my husband Tom." He looked at me a little hostilely. Joan said, "If you want to fuck me you have to be very nice to Tom. He has the final say and he gets to watch." Hank immediately changed his expression and shook my hand and said, "What a wife you have." We all shared a drink and then I invited Hank back to our hotel room. The three of us walked out, both our arms around Joan, and went to the hotel. At the front desk I. How many women hit on you a day, three, four?’ Michael rolls his eyes, ‘You’re exaggerating.’ He replies as past memories flood his thoughts. I should sleep around. No, that is a lonely existence. I’ve been there done that worried I’d catch something. What was it? ‘I was going through the motions, or I couldn’t commit isn’t that what they told me?’ Shit, I’m a mess. I want a woman I can open up to and trust. My parents had it. Rick has it. Why can’t I? Jeff’s shout brings Michael back from his.