Standing there in my briefs, she began running her hands over my body, tracing the muscles across my arms and chest. “Welcome to the city!”
“I think I’m going to like it here!”
I woke up the next morning to strange lighting. Sheryl had me help her *********** some works for the walls. Why? I lost track of how many times I came while massaging muscles all over her body. And, of course, after the workout, one had to cool down and take a shower. She turned around and gave me a quick kiss. Once in a while I’d have to steer off someone that just wanted to hit on her. Sheryl refused to go with the much easier plasticware, not wanting to contribute to the landfills. My regular workouts with her had certainly helped my physique, but it sure wasn’t putting me on the same level as Karyn. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. And the regular work outs were increasing my energy levels. I know I should have banked the money and saved it for the future, but I headed down to Sheryl’s gallery.
