Was this it? The smell of our sex filled the bedroom, washing over me like an aphrodisiac mist. I loved that smell. My own wet pussy and the acrid ...mell of his spunk. I licked my lips and caught a taste as it dried on my face. I felt a tug on my arm, “Come ‘ere” he said, and I crawled up from between his legs to his side. I felt him guide me into that spot which all men seem to like, right into the crock of his arm. He kicked up the sheet with his free leg, then pulled it half over us.. He's not enormous, but he wouldn't make it on the short dick list either. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed close and extremely neat looking. I had to get my husband into the habit of shaving, he was a full on bush man when we first started dating. He thought only women shaved, I had to convince him otherwise. Thankfully, he took it with stride and began to shave for me.“Aw yes, you like that, don't you, baby doll?” Rob slaps his cock against the palm as his hand as he says this. The sound. Twenty minutes from the time I went into that other hotel room, to the moment I left. That’s all it took to crack the foundations of my life.“I will send for the rest,” I told Timothy over the phone. He had called to make sure I wasn’t home before he left his mother’s house.“Fine,” he replied. “The papers?”“As soon as I get them, I will sign them,” I nodded as I got into my car.“Good,” he said.“I still want visitation rights!” I said, I knew I had done a horrible thing and I had no right to be. I hope Idon't gain any weight from all the cherry vanilla cones I eat. Anyhow,most of the time we end up talking and they are really, really sweet to meand don't even ask me to sleep with them. Richard keeps telling me that,to them, I am this famous movie star and that they are intim...intime...intomatoes...no that can't be right...they are sacred of me a little. Canyou believe that? Scared of little ole me? Isn't that the silliest?!However, there have been times where the winners have been.