The deciding factor for me was its proximity to the western edge of Spant. We had decided that it would make for a quieter stay if the boys didn't acc...mpany me into town, but I still wanted them as close as I could get them.The Rusty Bell was no Three Seasons, nor was Feliks Moroe an Artuma. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a private room and two meals; tonight's dinner. You know. We haven’t talked at all about where this leaves us. Why haven’t you said a word?Chloe: Ok. I haven’t said a word because I want you to come with me. And I didn’t know how to tell you. I don’t want to leave you, I love you. I want you to be in my life. And I know this is sudden, that you might need time to think. You don’t have to come now, you can come later, or not at all. Whatever you want. But I hope that you want to come with me.Me: I’m sorry I need some time to think about. “THIS is Mike. He’s cool and fun to be around, and he’s a chick-magnet!”“I’m not sure I’d go quite that far,” I chuckled.“Seriously? Chloe was yours if you’d wanted her. Cassandra was yours if you wanted her. Violet and Valerie probably have to change their panties after they’re near you!”“Self-confidence, decent looks, playing the guitar, and having a great singing voice is a pretty effective combination!” Jocelyn said.“Decent looks?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“Rock Hudson or Tom Selleck. She moves so sexy and graceful with her red lipstick and gold earrings. The smell of strawberries in her perfume drove me crazy. “So how has you guy’s day been?” I ask “Long day at work man, Im just ready to blow this load.” Her husband, Bill, says. We all start laughing. I take a seat on the bed and Ashley comes over to me and starts rubbing my thigh. She then starts whispering in my ear: “I can wait to have that big dick deep inside me daddy.” Then she walks over to her husband and.