They were just an extension of my creative genius; thus, I wasn't concerned about my sanity -- too much!Closing my eyes, I tried to relax so that I co...ld get back to sleep, but my cock simply would not cooperate."C'mon. Give me a squeeze." No! I am not going to change the sheets, three days in a row." Lazy," my cock taunted; and proceeded to increase his pressure. "Let's take a nice steamy shower, then." How about a cold one?" Watch it, buster, or you'll be changing the sheets." And you'll get. I fall to my knees. I crawl forward, aiming my face at the manicured patch of hair between her legs. A dark patch against her olive skin. She rolls her eyes but the corners of her mouth curl up like a shy happy girl.‘I guess we’ll just have to bring her in,’ she says, her voice sounding bored. I press my nose as far into the patch as I can until I encounter a sweet acidic aroma. The tip of my nose gets coated in wetness. I try to bury my face further but her legs compress. I stand up and take. “I just think that you’ll be so good for me, Alex. No one has ever treated me the way you did, and—“ “Will you excuse me?” Alex asked, and he stood, placed his napkin on his plate, pulled his wallet out, and threw down enough money to cover cost and tip. With nary a word, he walked away. He headed toward the double restaurant doors, and as he pushed them open, he instantly felt the warm, bright air of late spring gratefully welcome him. He felt good. For once, he’d done what was right -for him.. Indeed, and though it may seem strange to some, our relationship as husband and wife was not of the typical sort. For one thing, sex wasn't really a big part of our life together as a couple. We were certainly affectionate with each other, but rarely had she and I had intercourse---and I was perfectly fine with this. In fact, my preferred method of sexual release (then, and now) was porn (interracial) and masturbation.Typically, after Mara had gone to bed, I'd stay up later watching porn, as.