Seven minutes might work;After all you haven’t been excited by playing a game have you.”“Maybe not,” my wife responded, “but it’s still to... long. Four minutes.”“Four?” Arjun sighed. “Well make it five and we have a deal.”“Oh alright, five minutes but,” Nisha agreed, “no touching underClothing, on top only.”“You’re on.” Arjun laughed. “We’ll have a drink first then get at it.Komilla change the stopwatch to fifteen minutes and yell out when theFirst five are up, okay.”“Okay Arjun.” Komilla. You know, why didn't she say goodbye? She was... didn't she love me?"She was getting ready to cry again. George stood up, got her another beer, and as she began to drink it he said, "She's a bitch, Amy. She never cared about you or me. This guy she's leaving me for, she's going to him because he's got money. She don't give two shits about him, either. Trust me."The next hour was spent like that: Amy, wearing her tight little outfit and alternately wailing and speaking philosophical while George. My dick was still in my g string and he put his back on but i wanted him to take them off. i really enjoyed seeing his big uncut dick. he got up to put another dvd on and when he turned around i was on my knees and ripped his g string off and started sucking him again. i was dick crazy. i wanted his dick. he could sense i was really worked up. i was sucking him but looking at him as i went back and forth on it. he quickly got really hard and was thrusting his dick in my mouth. he pulled it out. It will be fine to put off your Garden of Earthly Delights presentation until Monday the eighteenth.”Whew!I’m a glutton for punishment. That’s the way Granddad described my relationship with seven women. It’s what I thought of myself when I stood outside the classroom where Blankety was concluding his Drawing I class Thursday afternoon. I wondered how many people he’d lost from the class after six sessions so far this semester. I was actually going to ask him for a critique. Fuck!At exactly.