"Well, it's really quite simple. Why don't we try out a perm? You know,give you some curls so you can see what it's going to look like. If youlike it,...keep it for now and go for a perm once you've saved yourpennies. If you don't like it, it washes out straightaway, so no damagedone, and no cause for concern. Simple or simple?" But how?" I asked, shrugging."Oh, Erik. You can be so sweet but so stupid sometimes. How on earth doyou think my hair gets its curls? What did I have in my hair. I laughed and said she would have competition for any cum filling my wife pussy. That being said I looked over at my wife to find her sucking one of the other guys cock with several more standing around. Well I said, looks like she has recovered from her orgasm Jim. Its time you fuck her good. Jim quickly moved behind Mia and started rubbing his very hard cock up and down her but crack, then sliding it down and through her thighs as she arched her back to allow him a better angle. We all. Proving again that to seem, not to be, was more important than reality in some cases. I found Eve to be a little disappointing. The promise was that she would be enthusiastic. The reality was that the sex was more rehearsed than spontaneous. Making it appear more like acting than spontaneous. Which took something away from it. Of course I enjoyed it, but it left me thinking of the Carole King song. Is that all there is?”I felt like I might be the clown she had conjured up. Seriously I felt like. As the cries of pleasure grew, his pace increased. At length there was the sound of a door opening and closing, and he was now alone. Into the witching hour did he write, and then on into the dark morning hours. Alexander had never desired food or drink before his work, and it would be the same this night. His wife had long been away, no doubt courting some teenage boy that was drunk with lust. His fears were confirmed as he did not raise his head but merely listened to the sound of drunken.