I’d fuck you all night.”“Fuck me in your bed like you did last time?”“Damn right, bitch! You know I like fucking you more than her.”“Yes... John Ross! Fuck me!”“Seen enough,” checked Valentine.“Yeah, I’m good,” said Austen. “But I’m horny as hell now.”“Me too, honey! I can text a couple niggas and let them know about you.”“That’d be great!”“Okay, my coworker just replied.”“How does he look?”“Real cute. Jordanian. His dad owns the mortgage company where I work.”“Nice! Has he fucked you. Don’t tell Randi this but when I was much younger, I had such a crush on you!”“Now we can do something about that, can’t we Steven, or should I call you Jason?”I undressed her to her panties, then myself to my boxers.“You are so good looking, I hope I can provide you with what you want?” she said breathlessly.Now, we were in my bed and started to kiss as I fondled her upper body at the same time.“Will I need to pay you for your services?” she asked me with her face clear of tears.“I will be. He stripped himself and the doctor in her checked his injuries. They lay together on the bed, neither really sleeping as both of them were lost in their thoughts.The afternoon light filtered through the curtains and found the two of them on their sides facing each other. Rakell’s hand traced James’ face and he then gently pulled her against him. She tucked her face to his neck as they lay there against each other. While it didn’t have the energetic passion their threesome with Fiona had, they. He smiled, and I'm sure neither one of us believed that."Why," I asked, "How old are you?" 51," he said. I would have swore he was in his thirties."Wow, you look great," I said before I was even aware of the possible double entendre.He just smiled and took a drink.We chatted about nothing for about twenty minutes, during which he would occasionally fondle or squeeze me a little bit--this was totally turning me on.I excused myself when I finished my beer to go to the bathroom. He said he had to.