“As long as you keep taking care of them-it's fine. Now are you going to take me home or not?”At Emilia's direction I drove her home and pulled up... outside her apartment. It was modest and on the outskirts of the city, not the best area and I was surprised she caught the bus home every day. Perhaps she didn't really have a choice; she didn't appear to own a car.I waited in silence for her to get out. We hadn't spoken at all during the drive and I was still unsure how she felt about my finally. Feeling like such a jackass I hide my face and wonder how much she heard. Then I feel her hands pull mine away from my face. “You don’t have to worry about being some guy that is narcissistically confident, and says whatever he needs to to get a woman in bed. I know you aren’t that guy, which is exactly why I am here with you. So stop abusing yourself and come lay in bed with me” She says all at once in a soft yet stern tone. Her “motivational” speech calms me down. I get into bed shortly. Im 27 and Im 511 and weigh 165 pounds. Ive got a pretty nice tan and light brown hair that I keep pretty short. I have an 8 rock hard cock with a strong upward curve and I keep my pubic hair and chest shaved. Joan and I have been happily married for three years and swinging for a year. As I stood in the doorway enjoying watching Tina on top of my wife and hearing the happy moans coming from each of them as they rocked their hips against the tongues and lips that were doing their best to make. He turned the faucet marked 'DEPILATORY' and let the warm liquid flow over his body. The jets from the floor, ceiling and sides flowed into every nook and cranny of his body. Soon Alan was sighing as delicious 'popping' sensations flooded his body. His legs parted as the exquisite feelings spread onto penis, testicles and between the cheeks of his buttocks. He looked down his body and smiled when he saw the thick patch of hair hiding his penis and balls slowly dissolving. He turned off the.