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She’s on top of me, fucking me. Being a Californian, I never really appreciated “non-smoking” until I got to Vegas the first time. She sighs and hugs me more, but she does offer me some more, and I take her up on that. That and I’m naked and looking at my nearly naked (only the open kimono), smoking hot, wife. I used the facilities, they had fancy hydrotherapy pools, the usual sauna (dry heat) and steam room, and fancy showers with digital controls which gave you various “experiences,” like “tropical forrest” or “Arctic mist.” It was when Arctic mist decided to spray freezing cold water over me, I got more wary of what it was doing. I join her for breakfast.
