On the walls were paintings, some fancy, some basic, some were even just those cheesy motivational posters. On one there was even, oh god... Nope, not...even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask. " Kelly stared at the road. I was certain she was thinking about what I'd just said. After a moment she started to smile. A few more seconds passed and then Kelly asked. "Do you want to hear what happened next?" "Yes, very much." "When I'm entertaining a man at the Calvert, I almost always start out with a strip tease. I've never met a guy who didn't like that. Once I'm down to my nylons and garter belt I keep the music going and give him a lap dance. You know, like the ones the dancers give in. Scott also knew not to put his feet down as his water logged boots and jeans tried to sink. If his feet went down they could catch in the brush or even barb wire from a washed out fence or a water gap. He kicked his feet as hard as he could, struggling to swim with one arm and carry Jack with the other. Going through his mind along with all the dangers was his love for Angie. His muscles were on fire and he was tired and cold, but his love for Angie pushed him for the side of the creek that he. ” She had gone to her large purse and pulled out six-inch stilettoes, into which she slipped, and then flaunted her legs. In response, I stripped, and began to kiss and lick her legs. She glanced at my crotch. “Oh, you are happy to see me!” I can’t think of a time when I was harder.I slid next to her in bed and took her into my arms. “Incredible, but with your muscle tone, I feel as if I’m holding a perfect marble statue -- well, maybe gold -- that has come to warm life.”“You’ll find, Howard,.