"I forgot Mickey Rourke had emotional problems. The source who told me about him and Evan Rachel Wood seemed plausible. I guess they weren't speaking ...ruthfully." Maybe they were," Ted Pinkerton said with a shrug. His long curly black mullet shook as he laughed. "I've been a celebrity tabloid editor five years now, Gary. These people lie about their relationships all the time. Did you forget? You've been doing this longer than I have." I guess I did forget, T.P.," Gary answered, smiling.. ‘You’ve time for a quick one haven’t you? After all, it will put you in a good mood for the rest of the day’.‘I really don’t have the time’.Peter slipped down the bed over her slim body, until his face was over her sex. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and of her expensive shower soap. He held his nose over her knicker-clad sex and gently inhaled. Despite her recent shower he could make out the distinct odour of her vagina. He was now kneeling on the floor and had pulled Amy a. " As she spoke her legs opened again, this time wider giving a full view of her parting pussy, wet from pee. At this point Peter put his thumbs in the sides of his shorts and pulled them down, kicking off his shoes as he did so. He now stood there in just his small grey briefs with his erection creating a tent for her. As she looked upon him, and slightly smiled, she again spread her legs wider. This time running a finger down her inner thigh and then up her stomach before closing them again.. “Very successful,” she asserted, and his eyes widened slightly. “Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” “Nothing,” she answered sweetly. “Just my handsome husband making dinner. I hope you haven’t got plans for dessert though, because I thought something else could be on the menu.” Mark’s eyes widened almost comically, and Lydia couldn’t blame him. While she enjoyed sex with her husband, she was usually pretty prudish when it came to foreplay; and she had never been the one to initiate intimacy before..