But, after talking with her tonight, I have a funny feeling I know what she is going to do. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it.... Anyway, I want to be sure, you’re ‘satisfied’ with the sex you’re getting ‘at home’.”“Barbara. I love you. I’m not interested in anyone else.”“Not that long ago, we would do it more than once every night.”“Yeah. I remember.”She continued, “Well, I’m in. A large, walk in shower with a bunch of sprayheads shooting hot water from every direction. As I stood there soaking up the the wet andthe warmth I felt a strong set of hands on my shoulders.Mark had a soapy sponge and was rubbing my back, shoulders, and it was so wonderful tobe back in the arms of the man I love. Mark and I both have a craving for kinky sex but at the same time we both need and crave the love we have for each other. That's the one thingthat gives us the security and freedom to. When I was through, she stroked me with both hands and sucked me into her mouth, slurping at the last dewy drops and licking at my bulb.When she let me go, I was still rather firm amazingly enough. I gave her a few playful smacks on the face with my penis, and then asked her to stand. When she got up, I peeled her clothes off starting with her top half and then whisking her pants and undies down. Time to get busy with this little South of the Border baby-doll, and she didn't try to slow my roll. You must have more important things to do."Power surged through them, the two actresses felt it. At improvisation, they did their best work without discussion, and this improv was going good. They didn't think the owner had anything more important to do, that's why they told him he did."The... Marie?" Yes?" Give them a nice table with Henri."The table they selected may not have been very nice, but it was certainly out of the way. "Do you think they're trying to hide us?" whispered Susan."I.