“It’s a weird thing, I know.” “Maybe just a little.” He laughed ruefully. “Look, I understand that I’m maybe not the most well-endowed g...y, or the world’s best lover, but Irene loves me, and I love her. I just wanted her to be able to experience that, a guy who was hung and could fuck her that way. So she could enjoy that kind of sex, like she should be able to.” “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but was she unhappy with your love life? Is that something she expressed a desire for, that. When we broke for lunch I headed for the hotel restaurant. I stopped at the bathroom to take a whiz and when I got to the restaurant I found that all the seats were taken and the greeter told me there was at least a twenty minute wait. She asked for my name so she could add it to her list, but I told her to forget it; I’d go someplace else for lunch. I heard a voice say:“I wish I could do that.”I turned and saw an extremely attractive brunette sitting on a chair in the waiting area.“Why don’t. “Jesus, Wayne. You advertising or what?” she said with a laugh when I came down for breakfast one morning. It was late July and we only had another week together before she had to return to San Diego.We were planning on going to the mall to see a movie, and when I dressed that morning, none of the jeans I had bought in spring fit me anymore. Figuring I would wear some shorts, it was summer after all, I grabbed a pair from the drawer and threw them on, carrying my shoes and socks downstairs. I. Andy was already out, doing his morning workout. I joined him and except the squats, I could do everything. After the breakfast, that I had to take standing, we took care of another important thing. Andy is a very talented graphic artist. He drew all his own tattoos and I want him to draw my tattoos as well. My first tattoo will be around my anus, saying: Enter Here! Then I want a dragon on my back, tribals on my left arm, skulls and bones on my right arm. Next will be my left leg. I want a.