”“All we did was put you two in a room together. You did the rest. You’re smart, witty, and after running with me for eighteen months, you’re ...ooking pretty damned good!”“Your flattery will NOT get you a bachelorette fuck, Mr. Doctor Adams, even if your wife is estranged!”“Wow! I didn’t know you wanted to get it on with your girlfriends! Noted!”She laughed hard, “Bitch!”We finished our run and both headed to our homes.After breakfast, Elyse and I headed to the office, where I called Jessica to. Already hard, he quickly got bigger and harder, but after a moment he reached down, took hold of my wrist - grabbing it harder and jerking it away more abruptly than necessary. A clumsy hand-job wasn't what he wanted.His face, easily visible in the moonlight, scowled at the ceiling, his lips moving but no words coming out. Meanwhile, his shaft throbbed and grew ever larger under it's own power.He still didn't understand. Then again, I didn't understand my own feelings, the wanting and not. Between all the shampooing, conditioning, bleaching and toning, henever felt better being rinsed out in the sink for the last time, justglad it was over as she brought him over with his head in a towel. Thoselast few scrubs to wipe the dampness from his hair almost felt like amillion dollars, knowing he was almost done and it was a surreal momentas soft golden soggy locks tumbled down past his head."Whoooooah," gulped Bob, as curious as he was uneasy as the marathon wasin the home stretch as. ”Every day after that I mowed lawns, fucked women, and made lots of money. Some days I made a hundred dollars and other days I made two or three hundred dollars. The women just paid me what they wanted too. Halfway through the summer I was fucking four or five different women every day and I was getting a lot better at it too. I could work on Saturday too because most of their husbands were off playing golf or something. My mother wouldn’t let me work on Sunday because she said that I needed at.