It was frustrating, but Harry had handled this kind of situation before, and he knew he could do it again.Lynn rolled onto her side, and the line of h...r small waist flowed smoothly up into the perfectly rounded curve of her almost naked hip, creating a profile etched onto the blue, cloudless sky as though it had been painstakingly sculpted and placed on the bow for erotic ornamentation.That's my little figurehead, Harry thought, and decided Lynn was a great improvement over the carved statues. Then I found my face attached to her delicate breasts, as her wish became granted, and my fingers began to exercise. "Fuck, that feels so damn good, Donna. Thrust your fingers faster," she pleaded again. They immediately jumped to full speed, and pleasurable thoughts poured out of her mouth. "Oh, I love you, Donna. I don't know how Jack landed you, but he doesn't deserve you," she moaned. My emotional high blocked a freak out then. Her right arm went over my body, as her left hand bumped over. I realized, and I’m about to use big words, because what I had was an epiphany. I’m a narcissist and that’s not the full word meaning narc either. If you don’t know what it means you shouldn’t have been reading what I’d written so far either.Nowhere in my lists had I written anything about falling head over heels in love with a woman. Everything I wrote to do with the interaction between me and a woman revolved around me. Sure, it’s my list, but in my head, I’d love to fall head over heels for. Since I’ve done it all, in a sexual sense, I’ve grown up. Sex is no longer my number one priority. I still have sex but I’m looking for the right woman. Most of the women I’ve dated in the past wouldn’t be on that list, because of the sharing, swapping, and so on. It’s not really a double standard, at least I don’t think so. I just don’t want to marry a woman whom I shared with other men that I knew. I know one of my friends’ wives told me one time. ‘What? And you call that not a double.