”“Are you sure you’re not just trying to sweet talk your way into my unmentionables?”“Do I need to try?”“No. Never. Not you, Luke.”How... long is “never,” I wonder? “Alright. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”“ ... and so that’s how I spent the final night of my first trip to Europe: shivering in an unheated fleabag hotel in a sketchy Roman neighborhood because all the hostels were full, hoping I still had enough money to get to the airport. Which I did, but only just, and it left me with. John imagined her athletic curved body consumed by a female frenzy and as he pictured her more vividly his excitement rose. John imagined her body quivering with female needs and desires as she began writhing on top of him, her cries of passion getting louder. Then the fantasy culminating she finally arched her back in the throes of uncontrollable ecstasy as she became consumed by her own massive orgasm. John could almost feel her pussy muscles spasmodically contracting and grasping at his. Another time they got me into a line-up with several other men, none of whom was very similar to me in appearance. I wasn't happy with it and neither, apparently, was my lawyer, who I learned later argued about it so long and vigorously that they pulled a couple of the men out and replaced them with others who bore at least some hint of resemblance to me.I had no idea who was looking, but I wasn't that worried. It had to be somebody who'd known me before as Jack Heyward, and that was five years. " I can't do that," Janet responded as she continued to stroke him."I'm getting really close to cumming already. Come on, jerk me, oh yes, yes," he moaned and reached for her hand holding the drink. He saw that it was some kind of white drink in a champagne glass. That was going to be perfect he thought. Chris positioned the glass under the pulsing head of his organ, actually dipping the head into the cold liquid.Janet's breathing was much harder now, her hand moving rapidly on him."Oh yes, oh.