Bill had hotel reservations and he wanted some time to unwind at a local massage parlor this evening. It is so hard arguing with females, in more ways... than one.My name is Bill and I have done pretty well in life. I'm not super rich, but my early life as a poor white migrant fruit picker is long gone. I always travel first class, stay in the best hotels, and completely enjoy using my money to take advantage of people. Don't get me wrong. I'm not cruel and the people I take advantage of get what. You know me, you know my cock, you know my expressions. And you know I’m close. I move my hand from your hair and put it right between your breasts, and push your body into the bed, holding you still. Then you’d look down, you’d feel my pull out, and you’d see my hand on my shaft. I’d milk my cock slowly — I don’t want my cum to shoot out, for once I want it to ooze out. I would milk it so my cum rained down all over your blue girlcock.Then I would look down at your pretty face and tell. Looking around further, she saw the waterfall; a large opening, seemingly right in the side of the ship, letting sunlight in. A river was flowing through the opening as well, and dropped a hundred feet or so down into a...Real, Live, Lake! Oh My God! “There are people actually swimming in it!” she exclaimed. “Ho ... How?” she stammered, overwhelmed with delight. “How is this possible?”Tabatha and Tanya suddenly appeared beside her. Tanya cheerfully greeted her. “Hi, Space Girl. Glad to see you. But before you think I’m a solo wanker let me tell you about my wife and how our marriage has developed over the last five years. It’s these memories that have me so aroused this morning.So here’s the background to this morning’s raging hard on:My wife knew what she was letting herself in for when she married me. Yes, I am tall (six foot three inches), dark and some say handsome. Maybe the attraction was that I was well endowed. There is a perception among women that all tall, large statured.