” She said with sadness in her voice and little tear forming in her eye. “And you think is your fault?” “Yes.” Her voice quaver. Soon enough...she started crying. I got up from my seat and kneel next to her. “it's not your fault.” I said. “Adults sometimes stop loving each other but they never stop loving their k**s.” She threw her arms around me and hugged me. She cried on my shoulders as I stroked her hair trying to comfort her. I thought it best to just let her get it all out. She was so tiny. He trembled with his own aftershock when he saw the sweet agony writ large in her flushed face, and knew that he had caused it.A shift in the pillows, a moan, and the soft hand caressing his side caused him to roll over onto his back. There, lying next to him, was a woman who was even more heart-stoppingly beautiful than the first. Her breasts were even larger, and defied gravity as well. Her hair and the scales of her serpentine lower half were a brilliant emerald in color.Her voice deep,. Were you nervous up there?’ Her girlfriends, who had been talking among themselves, looked up, eyed Dan warily. Lexie turned from her female admirer, faced Dan and said, ‘What was that?’ He repeated himself. ‘Nervous? Oh, not really. I had lifted that much in training, so I knew the American record was within my grasp.’ ‘You did look very confident up there,’ Dan said. ‘I compete also, so I know that confidence is a big factor.’ She gave his muscular, five-foot-ten frame the once over. ‘Are. Oddly, over the several years I visited the place, a colorful, hand-written sign never changed: Thirty bucks for a half-hour, forty-five for the full sixty minutes. Inflation, it seemed, hit every other industry but the cost of pussy was stable as a pond on a calm day. Of course, that didn't include the tip, but I always paid the girl a hundred for her service, a happy hooker being a horny hooker after all. My tip made less of an impression as time went by, but by then I was a welcome regular..