”“Fuck you!” He wasn’t an intellectual powerhouse.Stepping forward, he hit me in the head with the helmet he was holding. Unfortunately, I was...’t wearing mine. I was familiar with the term “minimum effective dosage,” and I knew how it translated into kinesiology and strength training. I also knew what it meant in more practical terms.I was 6’7 and weighed right around 330. I was as strong as more than half the guys from last year’s Combine who made it to the NFL. It didn’t matter. He was also. She sat in front of the mirror looking at her blonde tresses thinking that she might have made a mistake in coloring her hair for this vacation. She hardly recognized the woman in the mirror thinking she looked like some addicted Marilyn Monroe fan with not a brain in her head.She mollified her self esteem by telling herself, “At least its real and not a wig like some of these middle-aged broads with a blonde hair and blue eyed fetish from childhood.”Trish hesitated to put on her. She continued for several moments, until he stopped her. ‘Honey stop. You have me way to close and I’d rather calm down a moment. Let’s go to my room and you can do whatever you want.’ Al said. They dried off and went to his bed, and he laid on his back. She grasped his rigid flesh in her hands again and slid them up and down the throbbing shaft. She saw his eyes look into hers as his moans became louder and took it as encouragement to continue. She had never seen a man climax, but knew about. He fell back against the couch and put his hand on her bare thigh just above her thigh-high black stockings. Rosa’s hand came and covered his. Dutch pulled his away. Her thigh was resting against his. He jumped up and put on some soft music. When he returned and sat next to her, Rosa waited as though mesmerized until his hand returned to her thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She moaned softly and leaned back on the couch. His hand was at the hem of her skirt and moved steadily toward her.