She didnt dare turn toward him, worried that if she did, he might switch off and turn his attention elsewhere. Then he caught her eye in the mirror, h... grinned and raised his glass in salute. Jacqui couldnt help herself, she smiled back, returning the compliment. His voice, when he spoke, reminded her of the singer who did Old man River, she didnt hear him so much as feel the vibrations as he introduced himself. Charles had a gentle air about him, but at the same time, he exuded a powerful. "I'm going to leave you, shrimp dick. I can't live with a wimp, and I can't live with a loser. I've been having an affair for the last six months and you've eaten his cum out of my twat. I detest you. I only married you because I thought you were going to make it big and you're a huge failure. No, nothing about you is huge, you have the smallest dick I've ever seen on a grown man. You're so tiny, I'm surprised you were able to get me pregnant. You're so short I'm scared to let you go out alone. Jake was playing ‘Into The Mystic’ when the drink arrived. The server told him it was from the gal at the end of the bar. As he played he looked over at Bridget and their eyes met and she smiled at him. He remembered her, Gina’s friend, the hippy Rita Coolidge-looking-chick from the library. She looked pretty good too, a few years older than Gina perhaps, but good: long and lean and hair down to her ass.The song was over before he remembered her name: Bridget. He played ‘Delta Lady’ and. You slide your hand off your pussy slowly as it still sensitive and aroused and lick them as you do you open your eyes to see me standing at the end of the bed watching you my eyes filled with desire and lust fixed upon your body , at first you blush and your face goes red feeling embarrassed but as you look and see my hand in my boxers stroking the throbbing cock pressing out you feel your pussy tingle and clench and your lips press together with your tongue sliding out to give a very subtle.