But he wouldn't, even though thinking about how he had that power, how innocent yet dirty it made him feel, knowing the boundaries were right in front...of them, and pushing himself against them made his dick even harder and she started to sigh more into his mouth. They kissed for an hour. An hour at least, her hips were grinding against his, both legs wrapped around him, and as hard as his dick was, he wanted to feel how wet she must be. He knew he couldn't. But the thought was driving him. “ Your mother and I have discussed a few things though”, Marcus chimed in.Marcus was simply awesome. He was a self made man who turned a burnt-out biker roadhouse he won in a bet into the state’s premier strip club. Not only that it was the state’s only interracial strip and swing club. He was physically impressive, tall and muscular from a healthy exercise regimen. But also mentally impressive, university educated and cultured. He was also absolutely devoted to my trailer park nympho. But if it was a turn off, she didn’t have to do anything. She was in charge. If nothing else, I’m sure she would get excited and maybe I could get her off later. And it just might spice up things a bit - enough so that she was satisfied and didn’t think about ending it all. Of course, she resisted at first. But, I expected that. But, I kept bringing it up. I knew that time was on my side since she certainly didn’t want to get divorced, but she was a real woman with needs and serious randiness. Well, at least old Gordon’s not here. Yesterday he was so tweaked out on Jolt he set it on high and the damned things exploded. Boy was maintenance pissed off. Took em half an hour to scrape that shit off the inside of the oven. We will have a meeting on that one.5:10 AM -- Ah, nothing like a good meal. Burned my tongue though. Shit, it hurts. Read the company newsletter while I was eating and it mentioned that the wife changed her mind again on the layout of the kitchen at Bill’s new estate..