.. EineErkenntnis machte sich in meinem Kopf breit: "Es ist sch?n, ein M?dchenzu sein..."3. Ungewisse ZukunftWieder war es das Telefon, dass mich hoc...schrecken lies. Ich musste wohlein wenig eingeschlafen sein. Vielleicht war das alles ja nur einseltsamer Traum... Schnell glitt eine meiner H?nde wieder zwischen meineBeine... Nein... Es war kein Traum. Meine Finger tasteten wieder ?berdiesen kleinen, empfindlichen Schlitz. Leise seufzte ich und setzte mich im Bett auf. Das Telefon klingeltenoch. That drives me crazy so I pull out and shoot a massive load all over her gorgeous ass and her back.I then proceed to rub it all in her skin.The blonde and her bf while still fucking start whistling and clapping. Michelle gets up pulls her skirt back down puts her breasts back in to cups of the teddy reaches between her pussy walks over to the blonde and lets her lick our juices as we are about to pull into 42nd street. We then get off the train the blonde says thanks for the show .As the doors. God do I miss that!My wife's resistance to oral sex is perfectly understandable. She had a really bad experience in college at a frat party. She was drugged and placed on a table on her back with her head hanging over the end. A bunch of assholes took advantage of her mouth and throat. Her poor throat was so bruised that she was on a juice diet for nearly a month.I was defeated and she knew it. "Oh Matt, you know I love you more then anything. I just can't do that, I just can't - I'm sorry.". "I turned and stalked out of the room as Sherry roared in mirth. This was a joke to her, but he who laughs last... I never said another word about our famous neighbors. Until Sherry had mentioned it, I had forgotten that Helen had married Lance Edwards a few years back. He had been a mediocre third baseman for several years with the Philadelphia Phillies. His lifetime average was .241 and he had fewer than a hundred homers in his career. It was safe to say he would not make the Hall of Fame,.