Snorting, she thought "I might as well shave it off; it could only look better! At least this is better than when it was long." Since she rarely wore ...akeup, she gave up, put a dab of the latest cologne that promised to make her "alluring" and left the guest bedroom using her crutches. She had sprained her ankle somewhat severely, slipping while running in the snow, and was sleeping in the guest bedroom downstairs so she wouldn't have to negotiate the stairs. It was working out okay, especially. "Say, thanks!" I said as she dumped them down on the kitchen counter, "That's real thoughtful." I said, and then I saw a there was a pack of Condoms in the bottom of her bag.She blushed, "Don't get any ideas!" she insisted."Never crossed my mind," I said, she was too thin for me, dark haired when I like blondes."You know I was a year below you and Melissa in school," she said,"I thought you were John Parkes," No. I've always been Phil." I said."I thought Phil Goerbals was a guy with a beard,". I tapped her on the head to get her attention and I told her that now she should thank the manager for being so good and letting her try on clothes. She looked around and spotted him near me. She moved toward him on her knees, her breasts swaying sensuously as she moved.The audience was going nuts watching. By the time she got to the old biker who seemed to be running the place he had his cock out and was ready for her. She attacked it immediately. This one she had to work at, though. It took. M says:my balls are tinglingseriouslyA says:apparently i write better then i thought i did.. cause there's more to this if you want to hear itM says:keep goingA says:my lips still pressing against yours, soft and sweet as my tongue darts and entangles with yours, a low soft moan escaping my lips as my hand goes to the base of ur cock, letting my finger once more just tease and taunt it as it circles completely around the base of it, letting it slide briefly against your balls before bringing.