I know that might upset you a little." He laughed as if he was making fun of me.He left to take a shower without inviting me to shower with him. I sta...ed at the gorgeous roses that were on the coffee table. How come he didn't bring ME flowers? I was speechless. It was as if he had stopped loving me.A few minutes later he walks out of his bedroom freshly dressed in crisp gray slacks and a black polo shirt. His hair is slicked back and I can tell he just finished shaving. The smell of his manly. “Mmmmm ... that’s the Jim Olsen I remember,” she murmured as the kiss broke. “I need some of this,” she added, squeezing his dick through his slacks before walking away to say goodbye to some relatives.The voice of Jim’s conscience was screaming. How could he betray Sarah Jane so easily? Wasn’t she the love of his life? Questions and rationalizations bubbled up through the haze of lust. Was she being celibate over there in jolly old England? She’d be back among her old mates and she’d intimated. “I had a feeling. Did you know I was becoming afraid of ever making love to you again? Mary sensed that, I’m sure, because she is so in tune with me. When she told me that SHE was feeling guilty, for loving the intense, physical way Bob makes love to her, I knew she understood,”“I know! Bob is more intense than you, but you burrowed into my whole being and took my soul to places Bob just can’t!”“That’s what Mary said too, but she loves that intensity. She felt greedy for wanting it both ways.. “So...have you ever thought about us being a little more serious?” I asked, nervously sipping my wine.“No,” Clint said without even glancing in my direction. “Why not?” “It’s just not who we are, Kelly. This is a partnership, not a relationship. We each give the other something they need.”“What is it you give me that I need, Clint?”“Orgasms. I make sure you cum nearly every time. What other man has made that effort with you?”“Oh please! I can make myself cum, Clint. You can’t fuck your.