Finally, I see you arrive and my heart starts to pump harder, my formerly inactive organ inflatinghalfway at just the sight of you. I listen carefully...as the desk clerk says she will send someone to bring your bags to your room. I stop the bellhop and take your bags from him, carrying them so that my face is hidden. I walk down the halls to your room and tap on the door with my foot. You open it and I say in a Southern drawl so as to disguise my voice from you, "Your bags, ma'am?" Oh, right.. She turned her face to him and he kissed her cheek, he slid his arm around her and cupped her heavy breast."Ooooh Mark, what are you..." was all she uttered because his fingers closed over her nipple and negated her words, she sighed once more. "I'm your mother Mark," she managed to gasp, but she knew this wasn't going to make any difference, not now. But the thrill coursing through her at this illicit encounter was just too naughty, wrong and so exciting."No you're not Emma, not here you. About 2 inches above my ass cheeks .My long sexy legs looked great, nice and tan. As I made my way to the theater and got to the parking lot a big black guy that must have been no smaller than 6'10 and a VERY muscular 315 lbs, was walking up from his car. He undressed me with his eyes and noticing , I said hi.I did not try to hide the fact that I was extremely turned on by him as was he. We talked for a few minutes and I asked him If he wanted to go to my room.He declined my offer but told me. This time, the chicken falls into the mud hole. The chicken yells to the horse to run and get the farmer, or the farmer's Mercedes.The horse says, "Wait, I think I can stand over the mud hole!" So, he stretches over the width of the hole and says to the chicken, "Reach up and grab my 'thingy' and pull yourself up!!!" And so the chicken did, pulling herself up to safety.The Moral of the Story?If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a Mercedes to pick up chicks.For those who already have.