‘Room service,’ he offered as he scanned her face. She was a little hungry. She let her arms drop to his sides and put her temple on his rough che...ek. ‘Sure.’ * Joanne didn’t really want to go back home, but she wanted to change her clothes and maybe take a shower. She smelled like Dan, which wasn’t so bad, but she didn’t want other people smelling him on her. She needed to get back to her books. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been in that hotel room, but it was definitely more than one day.. A minute later I led a dripping and smiling mom from the pool, and couldn't help but notice how the white bikini had become almost transparent. She looked up into my eyes in surprise when she saw my hand slip inside my suit and start to move. "What are you doing?" I want to be ready... for the picture, Katrina's got to see how excited I was, ' I stammered as I stroked myself to hardness, then moved to the table, adjusted the shot, pushed the button and then ran back to mom's side and put my arm. ’ I suppose I should feel lucky you didn’t use the knife on me, as you threatened to do so many times. Seriously, I doubt this letter will cause you more than a moment of guilt. That’s not my reason for writing. What I really wanted to tell you is, ‘Thanks.’ You taught me something, even if it took a black eye and a few broken ribs to learn it. Next time, don’t tell your wife that her mother is a better lay than she is. She might not be as nice about it as I was. After all, weren’t you. He was broad-shouldered and square jawed. That jawline sported an immaculately trimmed beard that put Josh in mind of an idealized lumberjack. If it wasn’t his first time at the gym, Josh knew it was the first time they were there at the same time, because he wouldn’t have missed such an incredible specimen of manhood.How he wished the man had asked him to spot, instead of the hulking black man who stood behind the bench. The spotter had his own charms, but Josh had never found the full-blown.