.." I'm sorry that I had a final yesterday," Matt snapped back. "Next time I'll just ask the professor to let me take it earlier so my passing courses...won't interfere with your social planning. Your plans, which you made AFTER I gave you my final exam schedule!" "Don't touch that, you'll burn yourself," she said, clearly speaking to someone in the house with her. Probably one of Matt's cousins; his sisters and brother were both way too old to need that kind of warning. Matt seized the. "Right now I want you to take me to bed and do your best to fuck my brains out. I think you're ready for it and I want it."I was tired, I'd drunk more wine than in a while, and I had a dread feeling that I was going to fail. I'm not that kind of lover, but I had to try. Engaging my brain I realized that it had to be months since I'd seriously made love to Peggy. She'd claimed not to be interested, and like a gentleman, I'd indulged her. I've never forced myself on anyone, let alone my wife. If. I sat on the beach for a few hours and had a good time at the beach bar. By the time I got back to my hotel it was already evening, I was famished. I called down to the lobby and asked for room service. I knew how the hotel worked and knew that if I asked for food to be sent up chances were they would send a girl, and if so it would be near the end of her shift. If it was a girl and she was pretty, I would ask her to stay, chances were the girl would stay. About ten minutes later there was a. He was in my state, a short drive away from me. After work, I drove to his hotel. I was wearing my 'never fails' little black spaghetti-strap dress, with thigh-high stockings. We met in the lobby and his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. We went to the bar for a drink and some flirting. One of the straps of my dress kept falling off my shoulder (I may or may not have helped it a little). I could tell he was getting anxious to go to the room.