Her profile said “Just ask”…to almost everything….so I did. We met for coffee and she had a Mocha Latte…It didn’t take long in our initial...conversation to clearly establish that we were from very different planets in the pop culture universe…. I refused to let that put me off…It seemed I was acceptable in Roxie’s eyes…and I sure didn’t know her well enough at that point to have any idea who or what Roxie would have found unacceptable. Just 30 minutes into the meeting …she had just drained her. She looked at the shoes he had brought, 3 inch stiletto heel sandals, with an ankle strap. Shit she thought as she identified them as Slut shoes. "A slut by definition is someone who fucks many different people, you will not be with anyone while you are with me." rang through her head. OK, not slut shoes, but not really like she tended to wear either. She usually wore flats, and the heels were difficult for her to stand and walk in. She liked her cute little flats, and had one pair of dressy. As his cock inched upwards, she had greater access to his balls. Her hand moved from the birthmark to cupping his testicles in her hand and then to stroking his now eight and a half inch cock who's head was peering out from his foreskin.Being the center of attention, Melody looked over at Jan with a devious smile. “So, are you really identical twins?”Melody took Jan’s soft cock into her left hand and started massaging it and playing with his foreskin with her thumb. Jan soon grew to a full. ” Yeh bolte hi usne apna haath meri taang par sehlaana shuru kar diya.Maine kuch bhi nahi kaha aur uss ke haath ko dekhta gaya. Woh fir bolne laga, “Darasal aaj kal ki duniya mein enjoy karna bohut zaroori hai. Fark nahi padna chahiye ke aurat ke saath ya mard ke saath. Aur agar mard ka package acha ho toh fir toh sochna bhi nahi chahiye.”Hameed ki baato aur meri taang par haath sehlaane se mera lund khada hota gaya. Hameed ki nazar seedha wahan gayi. Woh bolne laga, “Kyun beta? Sahi keh raha.