By the way, I’m Mark,” he held out his hand and I shook it, and I never wanted to let go. I was feeling rather lucky to get to chat with the objec... of my last few hours affections, but I was also not blind to the other women who kept planting themselves in Mark’s way, I was reassured in my good taste. We had begun to talk about our backgrounds, school, our recent moves (his to Nashville of course) and before I knew it close to an hour had passed. One of my girlfriends had grabbed me and pulled. The kind of girl that guys line up for at the club, a bitchy fashionista who knows shes as fine as she is. Her dark brown hair was pinned beneath a black designer conductor hat (I had always loved women in hats), and under the dim lighting in the bar and grill she was mysterious and sultry, with tits larger than Lisas (easily a C cup), and an ass just as round and blood-curdling. I had just slapped Todd on the back and smiled devilishly at Lisa-who looked enchanting in her usual classy black,. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end. The sex had been amazing, the emotional roller coaster not as. “I’m good at it.”“Have you shaved women ... there?” she asked.“It’s no different than shaving my neck,” he said. “Don’t you worry your pretty head.”Which is how she ended up lying on the bed sideways, with her knees at the edge of the mattress and her lower legs hanging, while he sat on a chair between her spread thighs with his own razor and shaving cream. He had little trouble reducing her bush to a landing strip. When he was finished, though, and had cleaned her off with a washcloth, he.