Burying his nose deep into her silky hair he relaxed his body and tried to drift into much needed sleep. Content in the love for his wife and child. *...The man lay in bed next to the drunken girl he had picked up at the pub that night. Short and slightly dumpy, she had been easy to get stoned, happy to come back to his place and eager to let him screw her. She lay there her slightly saggy plump breasts flattened out as she lay on her back, dull brown short hair sticking out against the dark blue. You feel that I am already hard and ready and you undo my belt and pants, pulling me free. You give me a gentle stroke and dab the precum off of my cock, then lick your finger. Mmm, you moan, then you kiss me again, still stroking me. I turn my body around and kiss my way down your tummy, undoing your pants and reaching inside. My fingers quickly find your soaked panties and begin to rub your pussy, making you squirm and moan. We both pause and remove our clothes and lay back down next to each. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either. He didn’t find anything wrong. Pulling out his ration case, he opened a bottle of water and sat down on the low wing, wondering why he had come up here.Alicia, of course, beautiful, blonde, the reason the word bombshell was invented – just to describe her and the effect she had on people’s lives. Did he love her? Of course not, he knew what love felt like. Did he hate her? Again, no. She had deceived him, but only regarding her pregnancy. Amend that to ‘pregnancies’. He pulled out his palm.