“Sir, what you are asking? I don’t understand? Why my wife; why not some other woman? And why would you have to have sex with her why not artifici...l insemination? And won’t your wife be mad with you if you have sex with another woman? And why?” John Calhoun stopped him right there. “Wang my wife already knows I play the field. She knows she can’t stop me and whenever she finds out about one of my indiscretions and gets mad I remind her that real men can’t help themselves and that any man who. “Well yeah but you could put some clothes on you know...” she said. “No its okay I don't want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm... makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions I could clearly see. She extended the towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well come over here child,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her and I could see her eying my body behind the. Jordan gasped and held onto my hips again, as if he was trying to hold me in place. I then sat up so I could take him into me more fully. I only had one coherent thought. Jordan. I knew that I was about to explode again and wanted him with me. I leaned forward again and buried my face in Jordan’s neck. Not knowing what to do or say I once again let myself go and let instinct take over. That’s when I heard myself say, ‘That’s it, baby. Let go. I want to feel you cum inside me.’ Jordan cried out. .. almost too big, too saggy I think.I'll keep trying to call until I get through.Love,TomDear Tom, SundayYou're probably mad at me. Bob and I spent last Wednesday in Laramie visiting friends. When I opened your letters I felt like crying. I'll try to make up for not being here when you called. Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I'm sending you some Polaroids to help you not forget me.Oh, did we ever have a wild time last night! We spent the night with the brother of my old college.