I'm 5'7" 170lbs and I'm blessed with a thick eight inch cock with a head that is slightly bigger than a plum.We had spent the better part of a month m...ssing around; she’d blow me or I’d finger her during our lunch breaks. When we weren’t messing around, we were talking about our fantasies, our likes and dislikes during sex. It was during these discussions that I learned that she has a small **** fantasy, loves brunettes with big tits; she likes anal, facials and would love to be double. ’ ‘Linda,’ he started again. It sounded nice coming from his mouth. Almost like he enjoyed saying it. ‘I feel awkward, never being a parent, but I thought I should say something. I know I would want to know, if I was a parent.’ I could see he was uncomfortable, almost shying away from his intent. This had something to do with Natalie. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what he had to say. ‘What is it?’ I asked. With my smile gone, he looked even less confident. He looked at his hands for a. “Holy shit! What got into you? That was fantastic!” “Well, lets not stop now,” she said. “Remember that room service fantasy we’ve always talked about? There’s no better place to try it than Vegas. Let’s have a couple of drinks and head back to the room and order something from room service.” “Fine by me,” I said, wondering just how the rest of the night might play out. We finished our drinks and headed back to the room. The ride up in the elevator was a lot of fun. Let’s just say that if there. We had a forty-five minute stopover in Memphis, and still made the trip to Nashville in under five hours.When we got off the plane in Memphis, Sherry wanted me to carry my guitar inside the terminal. I did, and after all of us made a run to the restrooms, I came out and asked the woman at the desk if I could play my guitar since there have been lots of people asking me to play when we stop in Memphis.Sherry walked up to stand beside me just as the woman asked, “You’re not Elvis Presley, are.