Becky goaded him again, “What’s up? Don’t you think that I’m at all pretty?” Neil, that dork, stammered that she’s so incredibly pretty bu... that he doesn’t sleep around much and is feeling guilty. Not for long, though, once Becky pulled his hand up to her muscular stomach and convinced him to caress her soft skin. Neil then blurted out that he wanted to go slow for “another reason,” too: “I want to make sure you’re ready... I’m... a bit bigger than most guys.” No k**ding, I thought to myself.. .................................................................. "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well, she was in college. I was taking the year off to try and get my life straight. You know, now that I think about it, I. Pietro had been urging me to give up my independence and have his children. At his age, he didn’t want to wait any longer, and I saw his point. While still quite young, I wasn’t getting younger either and was thinking it might be time to give him the children he craved. I’d enjoyed the freedom of being single and the freedom of being married to a rich man while childless, but it might be time for a change, and I accepted it. I was considering trying to have his child at some time in the near. Nobody will ever treat you wrong again."We didn't walk as far as I wanted to but I couldn't concentrate any more so we decided to go back again and take a shower—separate showers. I went in first so I was sitting on the couch thinking about her while she was under the shower. I got really turned on thinking about her. Her big, perky breasts and her round, bubble butt were all I could think about. She came out only with a towel wrapped around her. "This doesn't help at all," I thought to.