All she could do was clutch him, jump up and down and scream in excitement. Right in front of her was a bottle of Dom Perignon 1995 neatly tucked into... an ice bucket with two crystal flutes next to it. On one side of the room was all his gear and the backdrops and lights and on the other side were two dozen beautifully wrapped huge boxes. Deanna lunged to open them but Andy held her back. "Only on one condition honey," he winked. "What?" asked a perplexed Deanna. "I want to do a photo shoot. Her eyes widening quick as her gaze is set completely on my cock. Looking away almost instantly, blushing just a little."Jesus christ John, pants!" She sighed hysterically, this being somewhat common because of my forgetful memory. I pucker, looking down and sighing. Thinking of something silly to say to defuse the situation."Ughhh! It's normal for me to not wear clothes in the apartment." I say chuckling, 100% joking. Quickly starting to back out of the room, going to get dressed."Okay. So. Heck, I could screw things up just simply by surprising Tina when I knocked on her door.My mind started to whir through a dozen different ways I could avoid calamities, and a dozen different contingencies for those. Not to mention alternate Plans C, D, and E. Or the contingencies for those.I chuckled and shook my head when I realized what I was doing. It was probably time for another walk. I grabbed my coat and headed for the doorOnce again, I didn't win anything with my lottery scratch-off. I answered"only if he's bigger"After 15 minutes or so, a guy pulled over and asked us if we're ok. He was a mid 40, bald guy, driving and old car, and not in the good way.We said we're just going for a walk. He was surprised, mostly because of the area. We said we're tourists and just want to get back to our hotel.He offered us a ride, we declined at first, but than my wife wispered"he might get lucky, let's go for an adventure" and that started to complain outloud about how her legs hurt.We.