He was tall and slim with a full head of long, dark wavy hair that he wore in a fashionable, to Boston and New York, unkempt style. He was clean shave... and was wearing a deep burgundy coloured coat and pale grey, very tight trousers with a black, silk waistcoat. He cut a handsome figure as he strode purposefully, his hat in his hand across the marble floor of the huge lobby seemingly oblivious to the stares of envy from the men and admiration, verging on lust from the women. ‘Oh Adam,’ Jayne. Peaceful and quiet, she let the cool fall breeze clear all thoughts of her lonely, unhappy life. As she rounded the curve of a trail she was on, she noticed a man sitting on the bench up ahead. He had on a brown cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. He was watching her as she approached."Hello, cowboy.”"Hi, good looking”Blushing, she asked, "How are you today?”He replied, "Great, now that I have some company. Have a seat.” He patted the empty space right next to. I felt her unspoken words, it was not just a plea to keep the silence intact but also her way of saying that tonight would never be spoken of.Which seemed like a good idea, there were things on my mind that probably best stayed unmentioned, even if I was about to put them to action. It is weird how much undressing you can still do when both are naked, there were contours to follow and a body to explore and knowing it would probably be the first and last time made her even more desirable. A good. Opening the front door with his key, he was immediately confronted by his blond, long-haired, big-breasted cheating whore of a wife."Where the hell have---" she began, but never got to finish, as Percy punched her full-force in the face, eliciting a gasp AND a cry of pain, which hardened his cock."SHUT UP, CUNT!" he roared manfully as he gripped her hair and dragged her, screaming and protesting, to their bedroom.Slamming her down on the mattress, he imediately began slapping her across the.