I...” I stammered. She was enjoying my discomfort.“Sit up here on the edge” Tess asked, indicating the edge of the pool. “I want to check out ...his monster”.I moved over and boosted myself out of the pool to sit on the edge. My cock pointed straight at her as she moved within hands reach. She grasped me again, touching it gently all over.“That’s big ... at least twice as big as your brother ... no three times bigger” she commented before applying her lips to the head running her tongue around. Blood disorders, after all, were temporary and responsive to treatment.The contamination waiting to greet the friend and CEO standing in for that associate, with a tray and a drink on his first night in Kolkata, was of a power beyond the ken of medicine to heal.And how much good had it led Vincent Vincennes to toss away?His wife, Marianne: Beautiful. Loyal and well-bred from a good family in the shires and acutely protective when it came to her loving husband. Beauty, loyalty and protectiveness. My name is Thomas by the way.But now back to the story. You might wonder what the rough spot we hit was. Well. You may think that it is ridiculous (and it is) but Tina developed a crazy jealousy. She started to argue with me about my looking at other women when she was not around. She told me she thought I was cheating on her when I was looking at another woman's ass when I was out shopping. Alone. As if she did not look at other guys from time to time. Anyway. I came up with an idea. I decided. Her smile widened a bit as she answered, "Oh, I can alter my appearance. I like the whole idea of having perfect skin." She ran her hands over her breasts, down her tummy and out over her hips. "What does my skin make you think of?"My answer was nearly instantaneous, "Melted caramel..." Mmm ... Actually my favorite candy."I grinned, a bad joke on the way. "You don't eat that much of it, do you?"Again, she either understood my implication of 'you are what you eat' and knew how bad the joke was.