And if I was honest with myself, I would have to admit that no one but me forced me to watch those videos. Or to visit those stores. Or to use that ap... when I was traveling for work.And if I was honest with myself, I stopped looking at her a long time ago. I started looking at the men in the gym or in our client meetings. Most men, let’s be honest, are not worth a second glance, intellectually or physically. Once in awhile though…If I am honest with myself, he could have been an ass about it.. I replayed the last few moments in bed, trying to think of what I did. Suddenly, it hit me! I recalled my other lovers and ex-wives reactions when I had smashed into their cervix. I had again journeyed deep into the place of conception. The depraved thought excited me, Morgan had finally composed herself and exited the bathroom, breaking my concentration. Her mind is whirling; she had wondered all night about this very moment, how it would come about and what she would find. Morgan slowly. I took the beer and sat on the couch next to Stephen popping the tab of the beer and taking a mouthful as Stephen picked up the remote and pressed play to kick the DVD back into action as the ladies muffled moans filled the room.It didn't take long before I began to grow hard with what was happening on the screen, and a quick glance over to Stephen told me he was horny as well if the tent in his pants was anything to go by.A short time later the scene of the DVD came to an end and another one. My eyes rolled back inside of my head then I fainted to the ground.My eyes slowly opened to a small candlelit hut. I creased up my forehead in confusion as I sat up taking in the romantic atmospheric hut. Where was I? What happened? Why was I here? Who brought me here? "Hey beautiful, you're awake, I thought you'd never wake up," I turned to my right and my blue eyes grew wide with shock. There sat in a wooden chair in a corner was Zack Crawford! I'm dreaming, this is just some terrible.