I didn’t expect dinner until at least morning.’ He just smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder. ‘It’s going to be alright, Chris, you’ll see....I like her too. Actually, I like all of your family. Relax.’ Not moments after surviving a task many others had succumbed to, he was comforting me. Unbelievable. I had chosen the Cheesecake Factor in Caesar’s Palace for dinner. Not only do I like the cake, I think Caesar’s is probably the most entertaining casino on the old Strip. Everyone had agreed to. Stretched out on the scream like a jungle cat is a statuesque brunette wearing a black dress so tight it looks like a second skin and lying on a black panther skin rug. Her creamy white flesh looks like porcelain. The top of the skin tight velvet dress is nothing but a pair of thin straps that widen just enough to cover her taut nipples. They might be hidden by the fabric, but with the lighting it's very apparent that they are rock hard. the dress itself is almost more of a bikini, the slit for. An older woman… She’s married, has kids, but lives in Aurangabad by herself while she finishes her degree… Her husband is a real jerk, doesn’t trust her, and always thinks she’s screwing around, which she isn’t… Anyway… Since he’s so suspicious, she’s been thinking about hooking up with someone… I mean… She hasn’t had sex for almost 3 years… Even when her husband comes, it’s always with the kids… Or she doesn’t feel like it… ANYWAY…” She droned on and on… This woman could talk for hours and not. She studied Greg's face as he starred at his hand and her groin. She knew exactly what was going through has head, as if she could read his mind. Her cock was now thicker and longer and her balls were larger than her husband's had been when he had his own. She knew it embarrassed him that his wife in one way was now more of a man than he had been. She also knew that Greg hadn't completely accepted having sex by being penetrated by her penis - it still seemed too much like a homosexual act to.