He felt faint then regained his composure. "The thirdwish! Oh my God! When I got so horny, that I yelled for them to finish methat completed the wis...." thought Bob.But I am not a stripper. Bob got up and ignored the inquires of his nowapparent friends. Looking around his room he saw it was very different.Looking at the paper he saw on the counter, on the front page under abanner headline was the picture of a busty blond stripper that had just wonthe $200 million dollar lottery and her name. With a sigh, Jacob slipped out of her grasp to answer nature's call, then returned to the bed. Ann Marie stirred slightly when he slipped back under the covers, but he whispered soothingly in her ear and soon she was snoring softly again.He couldn't remember the last time he had cuddled with anyone all night. Tracy was a post-coital snuggler, but typically slept on "her" side of the bed. While they were married, he never had any complaints about their sex life. Indeed, he thought it was pretty. Mary Beth and Andrea had their faces buried deep into each other’s crotch, still wrapped up in a squirming sixty-nine. After they finished, Andrea lit up another bong and we did another line of coke. Things soon got confusing and I can’t remember much about the details. I do know that we had another round of sex that included Mary Beth riding my face while Andrea rode my cock, and they both kissed each other while we did it. The next thing I remembered was waking up naked in Andrea’s bed with. There’s just something so incredibly sexy about touching a woman’s body, their soft skin under my hands, or lips. I just love exploring every inch and taking in all that exquisiteness. It’s like a drug to me; seeing her pleasure from my touch.” The passion in his tone and the beautiful way in which he spoke of the female form somehow changed the fact that if you looked closely, he was simply put a womanizer. She was surrounded by his presence, her job momentarily forgotten. She watched his.