“I’m going to hold him by the arms and pull him in and I’m going to plant my lips on his lips. I will kiss him.” The next date, she couldn’t...wait. She talked and so did he but all she thought about, as he talked up a storm, was kissing him on his lips. That was all she wanted that night. “I had a nice time tonight. I hope you did too” he said. She did and waited for that kiss. None ever came. He started to say goodnight. She was looking at him, wondering. Why doesn’t he ever kiss me? Why won’t. She its down and gets her phone out of her bag and spends the next few minutes texting,facebooking or whatever she was doing. about five or ten miutes later and out the blue she asks me if i had had a hard day at work, i replied apart from it being a bit cold it wasnt really that bad, she went on to say that she just thought i looked shattered and judging by my state my work clothes i had been going hard at work. we both had a wee laugh as i replied that i purposely mess up my boots and work. A famous lesbian musician was the last woman in the video to strip and smile for the camera as he plowed into her and concluded his manifesto with talk about “the days of sex being a female-monopolized commodity” being at an end. It disgusted Larry then, and it did now as it replayed in his mind.He stepped on the gas and ran the light, and the next four lights, as images of Jill helplessly bouncing up and down on the finial of his staircase’s banister, or on her hands and knees on his kitchen. Miss Eve asked why I wanted to do that. After a brief pause, I answered that I wanted to give her pleasure. Miss Eve said that she would allow me to kiss her breasts if my goal was to give her pleasure. She then instructed me, as if I were really a kindergarten child, on how to unbutton and remove her blouse, and how to remove her bra. Then I was in heaven. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, a little large for someone so petite, 34c I would later learn. Her nipples were large and responded.