It looked, he hoped, like just a little relaxation between segments. It was, however, really a chance to get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, un...ortunately hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still rankled a little that the bosses had forced a co-anchor on him, and he didn't think much of Connie's journalistic abilities. But he had to admit she was quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks back home in Texas might. "Where was her house? Did she live on their block? What does she look like? Would they ever see her on the street sometime?"David was excited that a star was within reach. That is to say, David was full of questions and thrilled that a star he knew from broadcasting was seemingly now within reach of his meeting her, maybe. Dell suggested that he write a letter to Miss Richards, telling her how he always listened to her program, and that he was a neighbor. Since David had only recently mastered. There seems to be a need bigger than herself compelling her to do this. Still, that heavenly Southern Drawl is so reassuring and tender. Her perfume is strong and feminine. It reminds me of vanilla and spring and is strangely intoxicating. As her smell floods my nose it puts a spell on me. I feel my dick flinch even harder as I take in her sweet aroma. She has me mesmerized; as if I needed another reason to obey such a sweet request. What the hell. I tell myself to take a breath and see where. Looks like there is no other bed,” said Stan nervously as we followed him in. Maybe they thought they'd booked a double-queen room, but this was definitely a single king. Not the worst thing in the world: given the situation, in my condition I could easily just sleep in the recliner in the corner that looked like it hadn't ever been cleaned. It would still beat having Stan drive me back to my own car to sleep in.Linda sweetly said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to share." As she said this.