He thought that the shower in the hotel had refreshed him. At forty-two, he still felt young enough to howl every now and then.Mike had been away from...home for a long time. Weeks rolling into a month and more sharpen edges in a man in places that had been rounded and smooth. A kind of independence seeps into the subconscious, born of the need to do for oneself. Love and companionship slip temporarily into the background, to be saved for later. As the end of the absence approached, Mike needed. Youdo know how to eat pussy, don't you?" I had just figured that he had done it beforebut Willy got this blank look and said, "I think so." I switch to a quiet voice,all don't-you-dare-lie-to-me, and want to know, "Willy, are you a virgin?" Heblushes and lowers his eyes before he admits, "Yes, Kara. I'm a... virgin." Howmessed up is that? All kinds of money and he's never been able to get laid. Badfor him but way good for me. I tell him, sounding almost kind, "Don't worry. I'llmake. He can take them on a round ofthe bars to see a few strippers. He will make sure Philhas a few drinks so he’s not too clear about what’sgoing on and then bring them all back to our housewhere he’ll have laid on some food, a stripper and awhore.”“I can’t do a strip, I wouldn’t know how.”“No that’s all right, I’ll be the stripper.” said Gina.“But everyone will recognize you…. and me.” (AdProvider =. (That’s the beauty of peeping on a woman who is alone. You see who they really are. Their true character. How they are when there’s no one to please.)My sister, naked, was a glorious, heavenly sight. A beautiful, radiant maiden.My favorite part was the end of each episode, where she’d turn and slink towards her bathroom, and I’d laser in, follow and worship her nude wiggling ass as it got smaller and smaller and smaller, the farther she walked away, until finally she’d open and close the.