....which I rarely did after I had been married. It only took a few minutes when this guy named "Jack" responded. He was staying at hotel across town ...n a shady motel known for its v******e. I wasn't sure about it but he did send me a face picture and a full nude. He was in his early forties, had a thick moustache, he was really buff/strong looking, hairy chest, dark pubic hair with his large uncut cock dangling between his huge muscular legs. He didn't mix words in his response. He wanted to. A plane of existence composted of equally your thoughts and memories and mine. As for what we are doing here I brought us here to deal with some of our mutual frustration and problem." "Yer not making much sense Monet what problems are you talking about?" I am talking about all those secret thoughts you project when you think no one is around to pick up on them. You know what I am talking about. Fantasies, immoral thoughts, and other typical hormone driven images you unconsciously project. Christine has my full attention as I look closely at her, mid-thirties, modest work heels, slim size 10, blond hair, dressed in an above the knee black skirt with a white silk blouse. Obviously no bra as I look at the nipples of good size pair of tits pushing against her blouse. A dedicated bisexual secretary it seems.”Good, let’s get started,” Christine smiles as she removes her glasses and loosens her hair. “You have a reputation of being almost nine-inches and thick, let’s find out,” she. When he had asked her if anything was wrong, she had told him it was nothing at all and averted her eyes. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what could have upset her that way she wasn't normally given to moods and periods of depression; but then, one never knew what it was that was bothering women most of the time, anyway. Probably some inconsequential matter that would, if she relented to explain, seem patently silly as a basis for such anguish.He had thought for awhile after he'd.