It is not that he had any trouble with his cumming either. There were evenings there were when they went for numbers. Meaning number of cums. He would...kneel down on the blanket undoing his fly, and she would rush to the kitchen for a bowl, and there they go to it with the mission of filling it up to-the-brim.On those type of nights, she would motorcycle him back to his home when they were done. When they arrive, she couldn't unwrap him from her back. He’d fallen asleep.With her proverbial. He touched up his lipstick and we went for a walk. He got a lot ofstares. Once we got home, I told him to keep his lipstick on and comefuck me. He didn't need to hear that twice. Our sex was much improved.One day I found one of my bras out of place and confronted him with it.He denied having tried it on, but when I insisted he wear it he gave insoon enough. His cock confirmed my hunch, and I took him out to buy atraining bra. It looked to me that I was making him do the things thathe'd always. I went downstairs and said“haven’t you ever heard of a hamper, jees? Your clothes are every were.”“oh sorry”A half hour later we ate and then she asked if she could show me something upstairs. Feeling kinda weird I said “aah sure. Your not gunna lock me in the closet to have the week to yourself are you?”“shut up D. plus I would get lonely all by myself for a week” There it was again her strange weird way of being nice to me, it was kind of creeping me out. We got to her room and she walked in. I had to figure out what to do, to make sure this didn't happen again. So what did I do? Well, I tried reversing roles. About a month later, he was showing a house to a client. I waited for about an hour outside the house, and then I saw the client come out. I quickly ran over to her, and asked her if she bought it."Hello, I'm Jeanne, of Clarkville Reality's. May I ask, is it too late to get your sale?" I pondered.First, she just looked at me like I was nuts. Although, she answered the.