Howard’s main pleasure in sex was visual -- he had never had a wife or even a girlfriend, because he didn’t want to stop looking at pretty girls, ...nd when you were in an exclusive relationship with a woman they expected you to stop doing that.Howard couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at females, so he remained celibate his whole life.As his vision went, though, he held on to the last remnant of his lifelong passion -- Marilyn Monroe, in “Some Like It Hot”. He thought Marilyn Monroe was. Damn, did T just say that?? A million thoughts raced through my mind, what would I do if I hit a card like that? Would I choke and leave, wait I can't leave yet it is my turn to roll. I roll and hit a board space that say, remove a piece of clothing from my body. All i have left is my boxers, can I do this? I gulped big and loud enough for all to hear me, I stood up and dropped my boxers, I am now the only naked person in room. My wife grabbed my cock and pulled me down told me to stop showing. Then she took a step back and as if modeling her outfit to him she ask him “You like?” He replied “hmm very nice” then opening her jacket as if to flash him she asked again “how about now” all he could manage to say was “WOW!” in a hoarse whisper. She pulled up a chair and sat right next to him and I sat across. We ordered a round of drinks and almost immediately the conversation went sexual. Paul started by saying something like “you know, you guys are a very strange Indian couple. I’ve seen a. Come on.”She led him to the sofa where they sat down beside each other. Next, she reached into the cardboard box to the right of her and pulled out a thick photo album.“Wow. You look exactly the same.” Bryce exchanged glances between his aunt and the picture of her holding his hand in a park.“You really know how to inflate a woman’s ego, don’t you?” She laughed, looking at him.He blushed and averted his eyes back to the album. “Man, was my head really that big as a kid?”Valerie huffed out.