"My mother never ran a business as far back as I can remember. That shouldn't matter, should it? The place doesn't have to look the way it did back th...n, right?"Richie shrugged. "How the fuck should I know? Most of the time it just happens." He looked towards the buildings. "So which one is it?" Whichever has the number 10204."They dismounted and leaned their bikes against the tree. They strolled towards the convenience store far enough to see its number: 10202. "It must be the other one. Shit,. I’ve noticed you looking several times at my husband. Would you like to join us with your drink?”“I didn’t know my staring was so obvious. Then to watch that man fuck you right beside your husband was such a turn on. Are you sure it’ll be okay?”“I have a very wonderful, understanding husband. That stranger you saw fucking me is one of the many sensual perks of being married to such a great man. Come on and join us, it’ll be fun.”“Wow, what a husband! Okay, I will. I’m Karen.” she assured her. To others, that's a distraction. Either way is fine with us: just tell us what works.Most women (but you may be the exception) want to be thoroughly teased and aroused before their man starts working on their clit. You need to tell him when the time is right and how you like your clit to be stimulated. Some women like a man to start by holding their clit gently in his mouth and then very gently flicking it with his tongue. Other women are so turned on at his stage that they prefer a harder. Want the sweet wicked things that lay in wait just beyond my hotel door. I am gone-the goddess is awake and in control of the monster now. When the draw of what's to come becomes to much a burden on our b**st, we head down the hall and back to our sanctuary. I run a shower, and the goddess delights in putting on a show for the eager audience in the bedroom. Taking time to run soaped and bubbly hands over my breasts and down my body, again feeling the hungry eyes of my monsters...the hunger that.