"At that point I interrupted again. I said, "I'm just curious why he didn't just enter through the old well. There are enough rungs of the old iron la...der left for him to have climbed up and down. The job of adding new rungs or even using a temporary ladder would have been a lot easier."Audra again flashed me a knowing smile. She continued, "I'm not sure, but I can think of a couple of possibilities. Mrs. Anderson spent a lot of time working out back. It was what she called her formal garden. Well, here’s the kicker.You don’t have to live like this. You were never meant to live like this.Men naturally have a high libido. We’re meant to have sex – just as we were meant to have food and drink water. However, unless you’re a rock-star or a football star, you just won’t get the hottest women. The women you really want to sleep with. So you’ll settle for being their friends. But don’t all men deserve to have sex? Remember: it’s a natural need. If all men deserve food, all men deserve. “You’re loving it aren’t you?” Zane asked, I was starting to moan more. Although a part of me felt ashamed, another part of me loved it.“Oh god,” I moaned. Suddenly the dam burst, and I was cumming like a river. He kept fucking me hard, and with that my cock jolted out another couple of squirts out. I felt embarrassed and strange, that my cock let go without anyone rubbing it. Zane kept pounding in and out of me, as I collapsed on the couch, mumbling, and moaning. Soon I felt another. I did not recognize the woman who approached the counter, but she seemed to be studying my face. She had long hair, which clearly had been bleached to keep the blond color. Her face lacked any wrinkles, and her breasts were two perfect oversized melons sitting on her chest. Patricia muttered "trophy bunny", under her breath as the woman checked her bags to make sure they were inside and then walked up to the counter."Linda Tuttle, my husband and I have a reservation for your best suite," the.