" What are you talking about?" Tamara." ...tell me more." I don't know. She and I really just met, but we've gotten so closewithout even realizing it!...And I don't know what to make of it, orany of this to be honest." He gestured all around him as he saidthis. "Just that, so many things have happened these past few days.Can you believe this cruise was not my idea? It just sort ofhappened."It's been one thing after another these past few day. I can't helpbut feel like I'm just a passenger. That told me where SHE was!We pulled each other close - soapy body against soapy body. We kissed a lot, sucking tongues just the way I like. We squirmed and writhed, smacking and moaning with each movement. I scrubbed her pubic hair, getting it VERY soapy. She seemed to like that.She then said, "I'm clean enough - let's go to bed!" Good enough for me! We stepped out of the tub and I grabbed some towels. She said, "Nah, let's do it wet!" WOW! Angelica is WAY older than her years. We hit the. One of the things that Walt usually understood that so many men didn'twas that not every broken thing could be fixed. It was an unusualinsight, not just for a man, but especially for one so accustomed torepairing what's been broken. Walt seemed to get the difference betweenfixing a broken machine and fixing a broken heart. He seemed tounderstand that sometimes the real problem wasn't to fix a thing but thatit had been broken in the first place. Well, ordinarily he understood thedifference,. My husband encouraged me to express myself and my dirty talk really turned him on. “Oooh, yeah, I’m a big cock slut wife! Get it, get! GET IT!!! My husband didn’t have any stamina once I moaned naughty nothings in his ear. I began to realize the power of suggestion. “I need a big cock to pound my pussy,” I whispered in his ear. My comments were turning into a suggestion. Perhaps if he really loved me, he'd allow me to stretch my pussy on a long, thick, black cock. I was beginning to wonder how.