I do know that women are not visual butemotional. I think that my ability to want to share youand be with you during that time, is some thing thatwill...bring a very strong sexual excitement into ourlives. I know I am having difficulty explaining it butthis is what is going through my head. I question evensharing this with you but think it is only fair so youknow what I am thinking.I told you that last night, I kept thinking about sex.It’s true. Up until 3:30, that’s all that was. He looked as he humped and I licked my lips and parted my long legs in a 'Sharon Stone, kind of way, smiling broadly as his eyes drank in my exposure, now both pairs of lips were on show, both rose pink and moist, one pair from saliva and wine, the other pair from my sweet vaginal secretions.He groaned, 'Oh Fuck!' and reached out to touch my boots, the one that lay directly in his path as the other was up and open, giving him a clear view as the wine bottle pushed in deeper, in unison with his. " Good," I said, flashing him a smile and heading for the elevator. Four weeks ago, John had been Annette. Like the restof us, he's had to adjust to the big change in his life.A man got into the elevator with me, a tall, good-looking Latino wearing a black leather jacket over jeans and a check shirt."Are you Kelly Ashton?" he asked as the doors closed, "Used tobe Robert Martin?" You have the better of me," I said, staring at him frostily.It may have not even been a full month yet, but an. ‘When ever you want it.’ Dropping your bikini, stepping over to me, you run your little hand over the outline of my hard as steel cock. Since your almost always wet, your pussy is now leaking, dripping on the carpet of our room. You playfully and gently bite my penis over the cloth. Very swiftly undo the belt, button and zipper, and open the fly. You pull down my boxer briefs and pull my cock out. Exposing my cock, you are more then happy to see my rigid cock. You run your hands over the veiny,.