The receptionist greeted Jacqui with a wave and a blown kiss as we headed for the lift.“I’ve been with her a few times. She’s gorgeous and has a...body to die for, plus she’s randy as hell. Great in bed, but she’s not got the smartest brain in the universe so it can be difficult to find anything to talk about after we’ve fucked.”By now we were in the lift, and kissing. Not the aggressive kiss between a man and a girl, but offering just as much promise. Soft, sensuous but with a depth of passion I. ”“You are so bad.” And she kissed me.We went through two more restoratives before we finally stopped to rest. I woke when she brought breakfast into the room. We sat in bed feeding each other until it was finished and then headed to the shower. Working the shampoo into her hair as she leaned back against me, she asked, “Did you want me to go with you?”“The thought has crossed my mind.”“What would happen if I did?”“I don’t know. You might get the same burning feeling that I do after the Damsel. " I'll see what I can do," she winked at me again and my mood was suddenly much better.I will fast forward to the following Friday, we had both just gotten home from work when my wife's cell phone rang. It was John. His flight had just landed and he was going to check into his hotel room. We agreed to meet for drinks at his hotel bar. When we arrived I saw this handsome black man sitting at a table off in the corner. My wife waved from across the bar and as we approached they hugged like they. He needed to talk about what had happened. He needed to bring it out in the open and resolve it. The remembrance of how Briggs looked filled his mind. He focused on his eyes. They had a soft sympathetic aspect about them. He remembered his mustache and beard which gave him a wise look. It was funny how the whiskers on his chin were white, whereas the rest of his beard was the same light brown as his hair. Supposedly his hair was flecked with gray too, but they didn’t show much in contrast to.