He had loved her for over five years now. He had loved her since shortly after she and her then husband, Mort, had moved into the house next door.Mort...was gone now. She'd thrown his useless ass out months ago and was now simply waiting for sufficient time to pass for the divorce to be final. Both homes had swimming pools in the back yard. He'd met her when she'd called the local Pool Service company to find a leak in her liner and patch it. They were there only an hour. He'd talked to her over. “So I can just use my Skill tonight to see if she’s doing something to him, and then I can file a statement with the police and they’ll take care of it. He’ll be fine by the end of the night!”What. “What?”“Maybe ... Oh. I’m cross-certified as an [Observer] because of my Skill. I can walk into any police station and get their on-duty detector to confirm something I’ve used my Skill to find out, and it’s immediately admissible as evidence.” Tiff pulled into a parking spot on the street. “We’re. I turn my eye to him and he was grinning at me making me smile from my short fear of disturbing him with my nasty question."No. No girl was brave enough to let me do it." he says kissing my cheek again, this time tracing his tongue all the way up to my hair which he twirled with his tongue. "Are you brave enough?" he asks grabbing my hand and placing it on his throbbing cock, hot and pleading for my answer to be 'yes'. But the thought of having this monster stuffed up my ass was seriously. I learn what pleases women, how to listen for what they enjoy and give them that. I love hearing the gasps of pleasure I have brought them. It pleases me as much or more than any physical, animal pleasure I may attain. And not just in bed have I learned to please women. I have learned to listen and not consume a woman with a male ego. I may not agree to all they say, but I respect their thoughts and when necessary to argue at the same level as them, not treat them as lesser humans. When I meet.