" Cosmopolitan: One ounce of vodka; a half-ounce of triple sec, lime juice and cranberry juice," Jan recited. "Shake and strain into a martini glass, ...hen garnish with a lime wedge. I can make an appletini. I can make a vodka gimlet. I can make a Manhattan. If I had known you needed a bartender, I'd have offered earlier." You can bartend?" Bryant wondered."When I was in college – and not watching 'Cops & Lawyers' reruns – I'd be the drink mixer if someone convinced me to go to a party," she. Was she smiling at me? Did she see me? She tied her top on and walked over my way. I lost her under the eaves of the house, and then the doorbell rang. My cock shrank and I felt my face flush as I made my way downstairs. I could see her outline through the frosted glass. I tried to calm down and straightened my pants crotch, willing my cock to deflate unsucessfully. I was still half engorge and throbbing when I opened the door. “Hello, Sue. How are you…” “Were you watching me?” she erupted. Not. Black hair and lots of it. A matching beard. The bluest eyes. A large framed powerful build covered by tattoos. He is intimidating to look at, but I know the gentle giant. The others couldn't compare to the real thing!As much as I enjoyed rubbing myself on him, I didn't dare cum for fear of alerting him to my true feelings. I closed my eyes and imagined myself wrapped around and clinging to his hot body and masturbating myself wildly, that just being near him was enough to make me wild with. The old contraband recordings I had seen painted a picture of women being driven to wanton extremes by a virile penis. Females of bygone eras would do anything to get fucked by an alpha male. I had seen them pretend to be unable to pay for services they had just purchased, easily tricked by men pretending to be movie agents, and some would even fuck their close relatives.I stepped out of the shower, water dripping off my flesh. I towel dried myself as I giddily thought about how next year at.