"I want more than 'comfortable.' I'll bet Trent would show me more than just comfort," she added with a trace of bitterness, fidgeting in her bath tow...l. "Why is it that everyone but my 'comfortable' husband acts like they can barely stop themselves from ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless?" she continued, speaking to the mirror.She began to feel angry, and a new resolve washed over her.Dropping her towel, she said, "Well, my 'comfortable' hubby, if you're not going to appreciate. From Trent Summit, son of a jeweler to New York City, poster boy for an international precious stones conglomerate.(I told you it got better.) His arms incased my waist and he brought his face down to mine. ‘Hi.’ He said in that way of his that makes things low in me stir. ‘Hi.’ I responded. He kissed me. A slight open-mouthed kiss with warm supple lips that made me forget all about little Miss. Mouse. I clung to him to the heat of his body and was reminded fully why I loved him. He set me back. " Serves your right mister, playing with my underwear." No it doesn't, you were wrong and you need a lesson in decent adult behavior." I reached out and grabbed her and spun her around then turned her over my knee and began to gently spank her butt, through her skirt. She began wiggling and trying to get free then she screamed out at me."Richard, you stop this right now or I'll..." You'll what mom? I mean who are you going to call for help? There isn't anyone here but the two of us." She kept. I wasimpressed. I ordered my scallops with a salad and ginger ale, he hadsteak tips, we chatted about numerous things, it was enjoyable.When we were done, I offered to pay for my meal, but he'd have none ofit. He used his credit card and bought dinner. Then he asked what I'dlike to do next, I told him that I hadn't been in the arcade in years,and would like to play a little skeeball."The arcade it is then." He said, as he put on my coat.We played games, skeeball, and he won me a teddy bear. I.