”“Gentlemanly looks?” Laura asked, puzzled.“When the looks is more admiring of your beauty, and not one of pure lust.”“That makes sense. W...ich do you get more?”“Lustful. Without a doubt.”“How about the look Emanuel’s giving you right now?”“That’s a lover’s look. A weird mix of both, but respectful most of the time.”“Most of the time?”“Yeah ... there are times when lustful takes over, but they’re restricted to moments of horniness and wild bedroom moments.” And possibly a little love as well she. He pulled her in for another harder, longer kiss. Their tongues met, they moaned into each other’s mouths. Joshua went to his knees, kissing her neck, chest, tummy, all the way down. He ignored her breasts for now – he would feast upon them later.He pulled her shorts and underwear down, Alyssa stepped out of them. She resumed kissing him when he stood, moving back to the bed.She sat down and scooted back, still kissing him. Joshua pulled his shorts and boxers off. Alyssa ignored his cock. For each of us, it's different. Some people would like to watch the sun rise in the solitude and cold mountain air of the Grand Tetons. Others want to hear waves crashing on the shore.One of my favourites is to come out of that sleepy haze with a warm, wet sensation of someone's lips or pussy wrapped around my morning wood. Yet even that took second place to the Monday morning I woke up in bed with my five best friends.We were a tangle of bodies, Melinda lay on her side; I was spooned up behind. I started imagining how my wife would react if I did this. Would she go for it? Would she be pissed? I started wondering if the wife even knew about the ad. Another thing that got me was this guy saying that his wife was willing to do almost anything. My wife had all sorts of boundaries, so a woman who was willing to try new shit sounded right up my alley.I didn’t know how to respond to the ad. I usually just surf the ads. I never responded to one before.I emailed the address listed in the ad.