Whom are you wearing?" Hunter."As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richa...rd Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man she'd ever known.. I quickly got in my car and made the twenty-five mile trek to Hollywood from my home in Boca Raton on the Florida Turnpike. When I got off the turnpike onto SR7 I called and said I’d gotten off which was when he’d leave to go to the meeting place. When I got stuck in traffic going into the new Seminole Hard Rock Casino/Hotel, he called my cell to see where I was. I pulled into the parking lot and parked next to his truck like last time and got out and into his truck, but this time he was. "I have missed that so much!"She made me give her fifteen minutes of nipple love before she moved back down for more kisses."I love that you are not in a hurry," she whispered.She sucked on my tongue, and then said "But now I want you to hurry. I need to be filled now."She rolled off of me. I got carefully over her. Her hand came to my aching prick.I admit I had used up all the patience and slow I had in me. I took her roughly. But suddenly I couldn't stand not being in her, and as I thrust and. I became his baby.*Meanwhile, at the museum coffee shop, John and Samantha were complaining to each other about having been forced to accompany their parents. Samantha would have much rather hit the Mall, and we know what John was missing out on. "This may be the worst family vacation, ever," Samantha said. "At least you got Mom and Dad to let us sit here while they walk through all the exhibits."John kind of smirked. At first, Samantha thought he was proud of himself for negotiating the coffee.