I see humor behind them and mischief and power and desire, and I’m lost. Dammit. How can I be lost to someone I don’t know? All I know, is I’d f...llow him anywhere right now, so when he grabs my elbow and leads the way, I go compliantly. We walk down the hallway away from the noise of the party to a door at the end on the side. He opens it, and I see a staircase leading down. I look at him, questioning him with my eyes but he just nods his head and guides me to the stairs. My brain is screaming. I've learned how to adjust my movement so it doesn't happen as often." That's good, dear. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned from that? These issues you and Joyce both seem to have? Perhaps you both need to try to adjust and make the best of things. You two are both so good for each other, but you need to constantly be aware of what it takes to make it so. There will always be trials and minor dissatisfactions. You need to give and take, Kenny. It seems to me that you are the one who needs. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed so that I may give a proper apology.". ” he started to say, but couldn't finish when his wife pulled up his shirt and wrapped her mouth around his nipple. “I need you inside me, Jack!” she said between the kisses she planted on his chest, wet little marks of her love and lust. It seemed he didn't need any further encouragement, and while she pulled her own token bits of clothing off, he stripped himself of his shirt, pants and boxers. Piper pushed his solid frame down to the blankets to lay flat. His cock stood straight like a.