We meet in the bedroom.“You’ll always be dirty!” you respond with a smile when I tell you that I’m clean.I climb into bed beside you, my hair ...damp and straggly. I much prefer the smell of dove soap to that of urine and we embrace each other, the comfort of bed a welcome one after the cold floor.I feel your hard cock against me. You climb onto me and my pussy finally gets the awesome sensation of your journey into me.“Fuck me hard” I tell you and I deserve it, you think, so you push back my legs. ” The woman smirked, saving the picture for later.Eating a pig in a blanket from his plate, Boston grinned from behind the cowl. "You know the moment he sees that photo; Bruce won't let me do this ever again, right?" Pffff, worth it."Seeing the doors to the hall open, everyone turned their attention to the procession of amazon warriors marching forward, their polished armor shimmering like mirrors to the lights overhead as did the shields they bore, reflecting the faces of the Justice League. She just stood there, wearing a nervous smile and draped in the most sensual lingerie I had ever seen. Stockings. Stiletto boots. Matching black lace bra and panties. Blushing furiously, she completed an elegant pirouette that sent hazy wafts of vanilla storming through my olfactory senses.For once I forgot about the pad and pencil, I just stood there enjoying her. I imagine the look in my eye spoke volumes. I just took her hand and held it against my chest. My heart was pounding wildly. I. I'd move into it free and clear.I decided to get my meeting with Connie's mother out of the way. I called and we made a lunch date for one the next day. We met at the Hilton and Maggie was all ready there when I got there and she stood up, smiled and offered me her hand. I took it and then surprised her by kissing it in the continental fashion and then we sat down.It is said that if you want to know what you wife is going to look like twenty years down the road look at her mother. Maggie was a.