It was now almost 90 degrees inside even with all the windows open.I seemed to have everything covered, yet I still couldn't believe what I was doing ...and what a nasty girl I had become. All I could think about as I waited on the living room couch was his big cock. I wanted to see it so bad. I wanted to show him my little bikini and make him sweat over my big boobs. And given the small size of the bikini and the big size of my tits, he was going to sweat quite a bit.As I sat waiting for him, I. Our conversation had hit a wall and we fell silent for a few minutes. The minutes felt like an eternity. I asked Christy if I could walk her back to her dorm. She said no. Then she said how about my dorm room instead. I lit up. Christy added sarcastically "I didn't get dressed up for nothing". She took my hand the rest of the way. She needed to use the restroom once we got to my floor. I made sure it was clear and stood guard for her. Christy and I entered my room. She said before we get. I thought it might be because I had a regular job, money in a savings account and a car. Well pickup truck actually. Eventually she convinced me she liked, even loved, me for me and to cut a long story short we ended up getting married 8 months later. To be honest I am still amazed if not suspicious as to why she chose me. Yes, I believe she loves me but why? I am totally in love with her but as of late she seems to be testing that love. I have to say my wife had been my one true friend and. .Of course working the bar was frequently able to hit up plenty of that drunk talent, but one experience was quite memorable it deserves a story all of its own. On one of these Saturday nights not much more remarkable than any other Saturday night was when I met Lyndsey - she wasn't from the small town - I'd not seen her at the club before, but she was on a night out with her friend Emma, who was. I knew Emma, she was the girlfriend of one of my workmates, Pete, who usually worked the upstairs.