“Ok well, I gave the guy a phony number when he asked for your phone number so maybe that’s the end of it.“They could have just called informati...n if they wanted my number all they needed was my name and what city I live in.”“I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want to be left alone. This sex stuff with Bart and Mary is tiring. Steve, I’m telling you I’m wearing out. I don’t know how Stella does it. It seems like your wife can fuck nonstop forever.”“Yes,” I grinned. “She can be pretty. You could have spoken to a dozen other actors, actors popular and with a huge fan following in their own right, but there was something different about the aura around Salim that separated and distinguished him from the rest. I looked at him, surprised at the lack of shock his eyes expressed. Smoky grayish brown eyes steadfastly looked at me and I felt like he glimpsed the uncontrolled jumbled emotions rolling in me. He arched an eyebrow at my mute and unmoving form and pushed one door wider.. The water felt good as I tested it and then suddenly “Is it warm enough for me yet?” There she was my wife naked except for a yellow rubber plastic bathing cap on her head covering her blonde hair. “What the devil are you wearing that for?” I gasped. “I spent ten pounds on a brand new perm just for you and Indon,t intend to wash it out yet.” she explained and placed a delicate foot under the water. “Good you,ve got it just right. Shall I wash your back for you?” “Yes please?” My dreams of. John waits, licks Marella’s pubic mound, he licks her outer pussy lips, but he just teases and rolls her nipple waiting for the right moment. Marella’s hips thrust up against his chin, against his mouth, her hands pushing hard on his head, her nails painfully digging into the sensitive skin on his scalp as she desperately struggles for more contact, struggles for the release she needs. Finally, sensing his moment, feeling her stomach muscles relax for a second, John moves his mouth that final.