I'm sure I wasn't very good, but shewasn't very interested. We certainly got to the point where I wouldalways cum (I was a guy afer all) but I don't ...now that she ever had anorgasm; not that I even knew she was supposed to. But we'd had sex, so Iassumed she was the person for me to spend my life with. So naive!!!The other parts of our relationship weren't much better. We really didn'thave much in common. Her interests weren't mine. She liked expensiveclothes. I was happy in jeans and. A half-hour later she was driving to the house of a Chihuahua named Frankie. Well, technically it belonged to Frankie’s owners, the Bretts. She had exchanged the bandage dress for her less sexy, but far more comfortable (and appropriate) dog walking clothes.She was strolling down St. Luke Avenue, trailing a couple of steps behind Frankie. She was thankful that Frankie was far less energetic than her other “client” Sasha. After all the excitement of the afternoon, she really needed the. I said I was sorry about it. He said no problem, he'll take care of it. He came over and said to relax and lift my arms up. He put one hand behind me,and the other on my dick. He rubbed it a couple of times,then wet his fingers and ran them up and down my dick again. It felt good as he stroked it. Finally it went down and he said to try on the underwear. They felt good, and he ran his fingers around the leg holes. He said they should be fine. I put on the pants and shirt. I went out to show. While talking I have separated a single pubic hair with my fingers. I have wrapped one around my finger. We were at his house. She squeals as I pull out the hair. What were you wearing? Jeans and a tee shirt. I’m slowly twisting another hair around my finger. What underwear? Just a white bra and panties. Which? The bikinis that have the scalloped edge and the… ahhhh, as I pull out another hair…little bow. Why were you at his house? We went there to get his guitar. Who touched who first? He.