Can we please ... can we please just let me finish my time as your girlfriend on a positive note? I’ll be your slut, your sex slave, all day long. I...swear it. Hell, I can be that all week long, if it helps. I don’t have my next shoot for another week, yes, starting next Sunday. So, how about it? One more week, at least, as your girlfriend, assuming that you can find me a new boyfriend in that time? If not, I can always be between boyfriends for a little bit, I guess,” Felicia begged me, kissing. "Travis interrupted the tirade, "I see you wearing black clothes. That's it. What is the matter with mentioning black clothes?" Because they aren't black, you ignorant human," Anya shot back, "use your eyes for once."Travis was about to come back with a regrettably sarcastic remark when he noticed Anya was winding up to knock him upside the head again. He held out his hands, palms forward, in a gesture of peace. She dropped her arm and he concentrated on the power between his eyes.When he. They had all been out "catting around" with me in one nightclub or another in the past, not to mention frequent after-work "Happy Hour" excursions to this and other pubs. I knew the most intimate, detailed knowledge of their love lives; the who, what, when, and how many times. It wouldn't have occurred to me not to share this momentous change in my love life with them as soon as I arrived at work that morning. I knew I could trust them to be 'cool' about it. When I invited them to join Danni. One of the trophies he has won was his wife, Martha, your mother. They are both early into their forties and still very much hot for each other. One of their favorite hobbies together, is to flaunt their exquisite good looks; taunting all the younger men and women and forcing couples half their age to want to be them. He is absolutely ripped, waist to sternum, thanks to his personal trainer, Rochelle, and is one of the few men that could actually pull off the speedo look; and frequently does..