” I pushed him back onto the couch and continued to display my oral skills on this older man’s ridged pole.“You like that Mr.? Is it as good as ...ou imagined?”“OH fuck so much better!” I licked up and down his shaft, my tongue sliding along the underside up to the tip and back down to his balls.“MMMM you wanna fuck me?’ he pulled me up to him and started to lightly suck on my nipples, my hand still slowly stroking his meat.“I don’t have a condom.”“It’s OK, I’m on the pill.” I lied but I wasn’t. Connecting the new boxes wouldn’t be rocket science! Besides, she was quite tech-savvy and had a degree in technology, for crying out loud.So, when all four televisions displayed the same error, she was less than amused. A call to the cable company resulted in even more frustration when the young woman on the other end of the phone finally said, “May I make an appointment with a technician for you? Nothing we’ve tried seems to be working.”Maggie agreed and took the first appointment Monday. .. I had to let somebody get close enough, and right now... you're the only person I know who I'm not afraid to say that to. So... if you want to slap somebody's face, then slap mine -- not yours. You're too good for that. I mean, you're pretty and passionate and... you deserve better. I'm such a... bumpkin. I can't even hug back, or say anything, or --"She scowled mildly and held up a cautioning hand. "Hold on, hold on, there, just... just hold it a second." She turned her face away, toward. “I STILL can’t believe you would say my breath smells like a litter box!” Christy protested, then cupped her hand in front of her mouth and exhaled. She sniffed her hand, wrinkled her nose in disgust and added, “Okay, maybe you have a point.”I told her there were a couple of brand new toothbrushes in the top right vanity drawer, along with several different brands of toothpaste.As Christy got out of bed, she seemed to take far longer than was required to do that simple task. That was probably.