I said well you didn't tell her you would make love to her brother in law did you? She said first of all I wouldn't make love to him, I started to rel...ax, then she added it would be just fucking, no love involved. I said so you are thinking about doing it then? She said well I couldn't decide on weather I should or not , well until you opened this site and I saw how the subject of cuckolding excited you. I said yeah baby but that's just stores I read. She said don't give me that. Every single. With the exception of golf. Ryan hated little balls. Shell admitted having orgasms while reading Ryan's short story. This of course thrilled Ryan.A longing had been created in both of them, that would have to be satisfied someday. That day they both looked forward to despite having no idea when it may be.Ryan were satisfied that Shell wanted it as badly. This was the basis of an intense passion that fueled Ryan's creativity and bolstered their intimacy. Something Shell had missed in her. But the truth was after nineteen years with the company he was still at the bottom of the ladder.I hated him because he was a condescending prick. All he could talk about was his 1977 Pontiac Trans Am, the same one Burt Reynolds drove in “Smokey and the Bandit.” He talked more about his car than his newborn daughter. Every time he saw me going out for carts he wanted me to check over his ride and to immediately let him know if a cart even touched it.Another reason I hated him was the way he. Slowing down slightly on route to the hot tub, I started to recall what I knew of Chuck. He was known as quite a bad-ass. He had allegedly run guns and drugs for bikers. I’d met him once before and, while he was a little intimidating, I wasn’t afraid of him. He stood about 6’1", about 175 lbs., black hair and blue eyes. He was stunningly handsome and had a very nice body. I remember Carrie making a comment about how hot he was. Some tattoos were noticeable on his muscular arms but that doesn’t.