She shrugged her shoulders and reached out for the portion of the sandwich that had the most meat on it. She crammed it in her mouth and swallowed qui...kly to quell her ravenous stomach."Which holes do you kind and gentle sirs' desire most?"Harry made his decision known by fondling the pretty girl's bottom and Jim traced his mustard tasting finger around her pretty red lips leaving her no doubts that he wanted to test the capacity of her mouth.Despite the fact it had been a very long time since. I didn’t stick around. I went back there the next day, wearing a wig from a used clothing store, and dark glasses. It turned out to be a dark place with scarred tables and stained floors. I recognized it as the kind of place Delta Force operators would have claimed as their own. The trendy crowd wouldn’t come in there and regulars left each other alone. There was a pool table and a small stage where, a faded sign proclaimed, they had Karaoke on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I acted like I’d come. Although I was careful, she stirred at my touch and rolled her head off me. Sighing, she cuddled against me.I propped myself up with an arm, and studied my sleeping beauty. She was smiling as if in the middle of some nice dream, her lips like perfect rose petals. The sunlight had driven the morning chill from the bedroom and, as a result, her cheeks were flushed a delicate rosy pink. Her hair, unruly from last night, twisted all about her face like a gold picture frame.Suddenly, the smile on. Townsend one more beseeching look before bending over the desk.?Moira Poynings watched in combined horror and amazement as her normally quite arrogant fiancee's white buttocks shone in the darkened office. ?How had it come to this? Stuart certainly had a problem, all right--she'd gotten him to give up cheating during their dates, and had almost eradicated his pornography addiction, but he never seemed to have any energy for her. "Sorry babe" night after night...his penis flaccid.?And Moira was.