One morning, she was taking stock of her life."What do I have to show for myself? Best case, I wake up at 9 a.m. andstart fading out at noon. I spend ...wo hours on the treadmill. Then Ihave to fuck a bunch of clients just to return to myself the nextmorning. What kind of a life is this? I get at most three hours out ofevery 24 hours. What am I doing? I can't have a real relationship, Ican't have children. I can't have a life."This line of thought continued to haunt her for some time. Finally. She also works out and doesn?t have an ounce of fat on her. You can see from her long firm legs and arms, that she is tight. You could bounce a quarter off her stomach and catch it. Erin?s legs are so long they seemed to go on forever. When she wears heels, the definition in her calves even turns me on. She walks down the street in her shorts and constantly gets cat calls and howls from men and women. Sometimes, guys even tell her that they fantasize about her and jerk off.For our trip we were. There was my wife that I love with three black cocks in her all at once. I was figuring in my head that all three added together was about two feet five inchs of cock. I do goofy shit like that. They all took turns till one by one they couldn't get it up again. It was well past four AM when the last one said I'm going to bed. My wife was a heep in the middle of the den floor. I asked her if she wanted to go to bed too? She said no just get my a blanket and a pillow I'm staying right here. Jimmy. In between the sofa's stood a low coffee table.And then she saw that impressive guy coming into the room. He was holding a white bathrobe in his hands and held it up while saying, "Here, maybe you will feel a little better in this."Sylvia hesitated for a moment, but then walked up to him and turned around so he could help her put the robe on. When it was resting on her shoulders, she closed it and tied the belt around her waist. She then turned around, flashed a smile at him and said, "Thanks.".