They had taken a case of beer, and frosted it like it was a cake, and even put candles on it. When I tried to cut it, the knife cut through the frosti...g into the cardboard box. Everyone had a laugh. It was genius. I was grateful to have these friends/roommates in my life. A year ago we had all moved from Washington state to Portland Oregon. 3 guys and a girl all sharing an old 4 bedroom house in the city. Though it was in a seedier part of town, our days were filled with enjoying everything. . and much more besides, then as if to seal the deal with himself, taking the photo of Karen Taylor in one hand and his throbbing erect dick in the other, Kevin soon began jerking himself off to images he was conjuring up of the delicious Karen Taylor... Reflecting upon another satisfying day at the office, Karen Taylor slowly pulled her SUV into the driveway of her large house, situated down a quiet lane, there the long legged, busty Blonde let out a sigh of satisfaction at just how well. Finally, you need to talk about is what turns you on sexually. If something has worked and he’s done it right, let him know it—-verbally, non-verbally, anyway at all. Just make it obvious that he’s had an effect. Don’t fake it or exaggerate too much. But do let him know what gets your juices flowing. (An Aside about Pussy Juice).Speaking of juices, there’s no way to avoid having him deal with your nectar. To me, my wife’s pussy juice (I suspect that many men feel the same way about their. But, what the hell, he thought. So am I. He hoped that meant he is a lucky guy, not was. These were the last thoughts Frank could remember before sleep overtook him. Somehow, magically, Frank woke up and looked at the luminous dial on his watch. It’s alarm would have sounded in five more minutes. He eased himself out of bed and, somehow found his shorts, which were on the floor. Slipping them on, he silently tiptoed out of the room. He got dressed in the dim glow of the little night light that.