Alex wouldn’t want him to stay here after this, so he grabbed his bag and left. After he locked the door, he was going to push the key under but kep... it instead. He hopped in his truck and drove off to a nearby hotel. Chris checked into the hotel and only planed to stay there two days. He still wanted to take Alex on the trip they planned. Once in his room, he dropped his bag and lay on the bed thinking about what happened in the span of the morning. Everything was going fine, until his. I nodded my head to indicate that I understood.“We don’t even have sex anymore,” Bobbie blurted out. “I love the idiot, but he doesn’t even come close to meeting my needs.”“Sometimes,” I reasoned, “the ability to be passionate is hard, especially when you’re married and you’re under a lot of stress. It does not, however, lessen the love.”I was making things up as I went along. “We all have needs, some of them get met and some of them don’t,” I said. I took in a deep breath and forcefully. I want to see your cock.’I undid my pants, pushed them down, then slid my briefs down, letting my lazy big cock slowly rise until it was pointing up and hardening, stiffening while she watched, the big blue head shiny with cock syrup, the shaft thick and angry-red with the veins bulging blue and knotted.‘Oh, look at it,’ she said. ‘Look at the size of it! It’s a lot bigger than my husband’s – and my boy-friends,’ she added with a giggle.I shuddered as she touched it, a blob of clear juice. . parts? The thought was too scary to accept for now; there had to be an easier solution.Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as.