He felt hismasculinity diminishing, fading for some reason. It was too much, toocomplete and it was getting more and more intense as the days and wee...spassed! How could he go down to the corner bar with inch long gloss redfingernails now? And what about his now curled hairstyle? Then he gotto thinking how even his male clothes didn't feel right anymore, how thehips of his pants felt too tight and how the waist of his jeans was nowloose and how he had to pull his belt all the way in to the. He took a condom from his back pocket and put it on the nightstand.“Oh, are you the zealous one?” she said, before kissing him and making love with his tongue. She was becoming cockier by the minute. The excitement was giving her the courage to continue.She went back on her knees and pulled one of his hands to her butt cheek, “This. This is one of the things I like the most,” she whispered.Earl chuckled then went to caress and gently squeezed her soft but firm cheek, moaning.Then Olivia pulled. Bev’s jaw almost hit her chest. “What?” she screamed, laughing even more now. “You told him about Phil and about taxi guy? How did he react to that?” “Turned him on. The sex was fantastic. He loves hearing about me having an orgasm. When I told him about Phil, he was like a man possessed. It’s giving me goose bumps just thinking about it!” “Well, if it’s having that sort of affect on him then keep it going. Tell him everything he wants to hear, make the most of a good thing before it wears. “So, Chef Boy-arr-Dad, what’s for dinner,” she asked. She noticed a full glass of Chianti on the countertop next to the stove. Dad always drank wine on the rare occasions when he cooked, and it looked as if he just topped his glass off when Brin came in. She leaned forward, almost touching Tom again, and took the glass by the stem. She brought it to her face, breathing in the luxurious scent as she swirled the glass around just as Tom had taught her. She took a deep sip of the ruby-red.