”This was too much. Unbelievable and unrepeatable, as no one would believe me – nor would I. I gasped with pleasure. A nipple massage--what next? ...nd again, all unexpected. Awesome, awesome, awesome! My cock shot up rock-hard for the umpteenth time. Could it take anymore? Because I couldn’t. I was speechless, so just groaned my approval.She smiled and told me to roll over.Well, my entire body was on full alert, let alone him. He was stretched to his ultimate limit, standing at full attention. After slipping the builder’s agent a crisp hundred dollar bill, she knew that she wouldn’t be interrupted while she pointed out the possibilities to her client. She had to establish the proper view in his mind. She had a good friend in the furniture business. When she closed the sale on the property, her client would be led by the hand to the friend’s store and sold the proper furnishings to make his lady friends swoon. Most men knew nothing about how to decorate a home. She would be only too. This younger woman that answered my profile said that her husband was a truck driver and away from home a lot. She says that the sex life with her husband was not all that thrilling anymore. Although he makes a good pay, when he comes home all he does is eat supper and fall asleep in front of the TV watching sports. If she can get him interested in making love then he plays with her tits for a few minutes, spends less time rubbing and caressing her pussy, then mounts her and fucks her till he. She would do anything to have this loving fondling continue. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to rest it against his hard flat belly. She placed her hands over his and uncrossed her legs."Don't stop, Wes," she pleaded. "Oh, please don't stop." You want a little loving, Daisy Mae?" he asked, and she nodded, a flash of amusement going through her at his misnomer of her for her role in the play. His hands moved lightly down over her ribcage and for a while stroked her flanks with a.