Fuck, Dammit. I had actually let my mind wander! The dare was apparently over as I found myself standing, savagely stiff, un-gripped! Shelley was sitt...ng back, eyes half-closed, her right hand, which had just moments earlier attempted to encircle my shaft, was at this point returning to her drink after re-starting the jets in the tub.I took the moment to meet DanyAnne's gaze as I leaned back and re-took my seat. Her baby-blues never left my Dick until the Head, Like godzilla heading back out to. She slowly moved her gorgeous mouth, her soft lips coming painfully close to touching my throbbing bulge in my boxers, so close that I could feel her warm breath on me. I softly gasp expecting heaven."Well that's too bad," She suddenly said, lifting her head up to look at me,"you don't deserve my mouth, do you?" No, I don't..." I sighed dejectedly, a little pleasurable pang went down my spine giving me such a good kick from agreeing so submissively with my wife."You're so pathetic," She. "That's better" he said as he moved back in to kiss me. We continued to passionately make out while I stroked him, alternating between gentle and firm strokes. It was so exciting feeling his cock grow in my hands. After a couple more minutes, I decided it was time. I broke the makeout and slowly kissed up his cheeks and neck until I reached his ear. I gently tongued it and whispered, "you are so fucking sexy", and he let out one of those sexy manly grunts again. I finally pulled my hand off his. I was glad. I also wrote to my friends from this fictional account, but none agreed to give away their unnecessary shoes.I assumed different threads about shoes on different pages. At the age of 21, I met my first love and I hope the last one because we are with us until now. Then I was in love with my ears. We met at her home or at my place. And once, my dear accident discovered my nickname from which I wrote to women. But she did not tell me about it. She hid it for a long time.Until one day.