” “No, I’m not,” I stammered, realizing it was an inexcusably lame response even as I said it. She turned to see the redhead sitting behind he.... She turned back to me. “She’s hot.” “Yes she is.” A loaded moment passed, and I wondered if she would be angry at me. It was admittedly rude to be looking at other women while out on a date. I wasn’t sure of her reaction. I waited. “Would you make a pass at her if I weren’t here?” I still couldn’t tell how she was feeling. I didn’t know what to say. I. But of course it could never be the flesh and blood that is you. In my mind I talk to Rick, my trucker fucker supreme – but sometimes, like last week, I take on my bi-mode and enjoy the opportunity that sometimes, as a motel owner, comes to me. When poor Patsy was stranded and had nowhere to go, she’s lost her purse having stayed here in a room for three days, I thought at first it was an excuse not to pay, but her tears said she was genuine. What could a guy do other than to offer her another. He turned my face toward him, Cmon, I promise youll like it. Just a kiss. If you dont like it, Ill never bug you about it and Ill never flirt with you again. My nerves were slightly shaky, I sat there for a while looking at him, pondering what itd be like. I told myself hey its just a kiss…how bad could it be. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture one of the hot girls I saw at school. Our lips met and his felt like silk upon my own. The were soft and warm, the kiss started sweet before i felt his. She has always been proud of what her hunter husband calls her "14 - point rack."“Your words mean more to me in this precious time of intimacy, darling. It is a special bonding between mother and son that can occur only when families have an open liberal attitude like ours.”As she sits down next to him on the bed, her left globe pushes against his shoulder. “Now I need to warm up this oil.” She shakes some onto her palms and rubs them together. “Next, I will place some oil on your little –oops!.