He had a wad of bills too.The clerk gave us the key to room number 69, and gave us directions. We couldn't get there fast enough. As soon as we got ...hrough the door, he started undoing my dress. I couldn't wait either. I had my hands at his pants belt. Damn those things. We undressed each other as quick as we could, but it wasn't quick enough. I didn't bother pulling his pants completely off. I got his pants down to his knees, then I reached in his underwear and pulled out his dick. It. Curiously, I make my way out of the bedroom as the knocking continues. Dressed only in my polka dot panties and black tank, I creep to the front door. Glancing through the peephole, I gasp. My mind is racing: “What is he doing here? He can’t be here. I can’t do this.” Against all reason, I open the door. There you are. Standing at 6’5, with clear blue eyes, you look absolutely delicious in your blue jeans and t-shirt. You smile at me. “Babe, what are you doing here? You know I have to get to. "I think you need to take time with Bill and try to make things work as you have mentioned. The two of you have been together so long not to work on your marriage. You did say you are still in love with Bill, are you? Judy asks."Yes I still love him deeply, talking to you has helped me understand I need to end my fun with Sam and concentrate on getting back with Bill in bed and emotionally. He is the man I love; I should have addressed this long before he moved out. It is not easy to tell a man. I looked at her in the firelight. It cast shadows, making rippling patterns on her face, her arms, her breasts spilling slightly over her bra, turning her hair and skin a warm, tawny color. “I love your hair,” I said softly, still stroking it, unable to take my hands away. She smiled, her eyes still closed.“I wish I had yours. I always wanted red hair.”“Ok, let’s trade,” I said, smiling. “Let me live in your body. I’d like to know what it was like to be drop dead gorgeous for a day.”“Me?” she.