”I reply, “I checked my room and didn’t find anything either but I’m still sleeping with my clothes on.”Thom scans my room and announces, �...No need to do that unless you want to since your room is clean.”Thom informs me, “Did you know they have smart TVs here with internet access?”I point to the table and reply, “I already have my laptop setup.”Thom suggests, “I have a few ruminations to follow if I can use your laptop.”I say, “Go for it.”He sits down at my laptop, pulls up Google Maps and. ‘I’m a 38 year old fox dammit! I should be getting sex all the time. I am going to miss the prime of my sexual life if this keeps up.’ She said to herself while looking in the full length mirror. She stared and admired her body. Sure she had a little chunk but her chunk was in all the right places. She even noticed herself leering at her young gardener Stan when he was over cutting her lawn. She noticed he would also stare at her curvaceous form. She loved the fact she was able to give the. We sat in a corner, shoulders and knees touching, and drank something."Why do you do it?" I asked her, courage and curiosity rampant, her smell and warmth stimulating.She looked at me and raised an arched eyebrow. "None of your damn'd business," she said, pouring more dark wine into her glass from the carafe."Your husband is sporting the biggest pair of horns in the whole Continental army," I said, watching her lick her lips and flare her nostrils."Indeed," said she. "That's just what I. It was glistening from the sex sweat. Mike sucked and kissed and lapped up her sweat hungrily. Slurping like a dog as Lisa grabbed his hair and forced his mouth all over her sweaty armpits.She pulled his head out. His face was wet. “You like that bitch. You like it when I lick that dirty sweaty armpit. Open you mouth whore. Open it!”Lisa opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and moaning in lust. Mike spat inside her mouth, his saliva mixed with the sweat from her body. She gulped.