She started to laugh. He looked taken aback. “Marian...” She got control of herself.“I’m not sure which I can say in fewer words: no marriage ...r no money. I guess it’s a tie if it comes to that. But anyway, it’s no to both things,” she said. “Get out!”“Marian, I’m being sincere,” he said.“Get the fuck out, and I mean now. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said. “Oh, and thanks for the tip.” She shooed his protesting ass out.She got herself a cup of coffee and sat not quite ready to cry at the. John was a lucky man, and everytime we hung out he would tell me everything about Melissa. How she was kinky in bed and how she was just one of the most sexual teases in the world. Oh yeah, and did I mention that she is British and everytime she speaks she drives me wild. Her voice alone gets me hard. Its not like i do not love my wife because i love her a lot, after all i married her. But its just that Melissa is a girl i am head over heels for and trust me would i love to have some alone time. “„I'm very flattered.“„You should be.“Regina suddenly threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately, the heat of her body radiating through the thin, silky material of the robe. I kissed her back. Marveling once again at the narrowness of her waist as my arms fell around her. She only let it go on long enough to get interesting before turning to open an arched door at her back. She ushered me inside.The chamber into which Regina led me was like something out of Sheherazade, a fantasy. I return him the kind and appreciated favor, and then shake about my wet hair with a heavy and strong jiggling and dancing of my head so that it sticks and clings to my face while showering and spraying lots and driblets of water away from me. I kneel and go down on my knees in the water sexy style. I do it just like Beyonce Knowles does it–sexy hard, sexy wise, and sexy brilliant. With this carried through, I toss and flip away the wet and still dripping heavy mass hair of mine that has clung.