After all, she was picking them up in a BAR, and not a nice bar, either. I'd seen more of male bodies than I wanted to see. I think some of those guys...thought that if I caught a glimpse, I'd get all turned on, but all I got was disgusted.Until Dan. That first night that he came into the living room of OUR house, after he'd showered, he smelled good, and he was smiling like he was happy I was there, and I looked at him, and all those things I thought about guys, Dan wasn't any of that. It's like. When I walked through the door just before five, Sylvia was waiting. "Is there any reason we can't take another look at the A1 building tomorrow?" None that I can think of," I replied."Good, I have made us an appointment, 1PM." she said."We should be able to do that no problem," I suggested.Sylvia was in a rush to leave, so I assumed that she and Peter were doing something. I really didn't want to know what they were up to. It was none of my business, so I set my mind to other things.I went. ‘God you were great,’ Addison said eating melon and strawberries. ‘Am I glad I married you.’ ‘Thanks sweet,’ Andy said, drinking chilled water and thinking she was coming out of her mood. He patted Marco furtively because they were pals and the assumption was Marco would know a honeymoon was big time for a penis. He went down to the beach while Addison went ‘on an errand’ whatever that meant. Andy was wearing beach shorts because Addison had snapped in the morning he looked obscene showing. It was such a dirty thought that she knew she would never be able to ask for it for fear of being thought a filthy whore of a female with her abnormal perverted desires.Rachel was bent over now and her head was almost down on top of the dusty grain sacks. She held on to the wooden post to keep from falling down. Brett was pounding her hard now just the way she liked it. All thoughts of his moving to her alternate opening were lost in the pleasure of her giving up her secret core to his.